A Quiet Revolution

threw your crown into the fire
and made a pipe. under ivy,

we thawed darkness—a map
of loss. I’m in control, we said

together, meaning: breaths
break away, meaning

tired urgency
pushing us closer to cold.

Alex Walsh studies Mathematics and Literary Arts at Brown University. Her work has previously appeared in War, Literature & the ArtsThe Round, the Journal of Humanistic Mathematics, and Catalyst, among others.

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