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A quarterly international literary journal

ouroboros as a treat

/ Poetry /

On Rockaway Beach, they eat blood orange

cake and suffer fashionably. How much sleep

to devour one murked dream? AI Jesus Christ

with demonic cue cards. A family

of black holes on the back of a seashell.

Zack went looking for an instruction manual

and returned shoeless, holding his own footprints.

The way an acorn can gouge away a squirrel’s sight.

Often, I believe there is more life sprouting in my friends

than in all this commercialized labyrinth of living. Smoke

condos and prescription mosquitos and parades of tears.

As for me, I am still prepared to bump up against the world

with the awe-bruised eyes of a child.


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