Nietzsche Called Us The Bungled And The Botched

The ice starts
a warmth, the brain
covered in April snow
melts finally. With Hendrix
unplugged straight solitude is a soul’s ghost.
Bloodshot failures breathe Algren’s neon
breath pressing gauze on Rite Liquors.

Elizabeth Dickinson received her MFA in Writing from Sarah Lawrence College. She has several poems forthcoming in Califragile. She was a staff writer for The Costa Rica News and currently resides in Evanston, Illinois.

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