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Tag Archives: Andrew Plevak
just bed feathers apart, I mimic the concrete— perfectly still, molecules bound. I don’t remember the coffee timer blaring at 10 am. I don’t remember packing my suitcase. I don’t remember being with someone else. I don’t want to. I … Continue reading
Goodness cued in snowflakes flying—spin angel, spin spun so mid-air lying. My mouth opens to let you out—in—around my plexus—six fingers and I cover my eyes until I vision white spikes burrowing fire— a gown to winter, yet now April … Continue reading
I sit, licking the rim of my martini and ponder the mucid metaphysicality of invisible salt. there is music closing all-bearing arms sculled from syncopation. it is beaten into ears along with a welcome erection in the cortex. will you … Continue reading
I walk in circles to open the door of brain and body—the size too small to fit a horsefly. the grief of acapella shakes hands with a buck’s horns, all powerful and violent. light will fall one day soon. the … Continue reading
I am waning inside rough water tied in thick swaths of raging dahlia with two hands I hold you the weight of our past pulls my pockets slipping my pants to the ground I am naked abreast with fuzzy mountains … Continue reading
tied and black wet lilac now knowing the back of your head. a kiss of spring bees and their busy, honeyed bottoms. purple and written. the exit your grace taking my hand like the last girl at the party. purple … Continue reading