Nicholas Bon

Valhalla

Once more we talk about how the rain

just wants to be the ocean again;

how this is all very impressive

until we realize it isn't. This drink,

watery from the ice; then, soon,

the whole glass is water and we're

laughing somewhere along a coast

waiting for ten thousand doves

to drag our waterlogged bodies

into the light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 94
Neptune

 

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