Atlas and Alice, Issue 18
Yaz Lancaster
Canto Many words were invented by sisters dusted in candlelight and brilliance. Gallivant. Fervent. Survival. One of them probably said “I know not of war but its violence. It’s slick in that way.” Ceremonial. Jurisdiction. I think I want to experience religion, just one really good time. Apathy. The moon belongs so much in poems because she is so beautiful in the dark, like many other complications. Sieve. Stone. At night it’s hard to believe that headlights are no less blinding than sand. Sieve. Stone. Stone. Stone.
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