by
Alexus Erin
In a sad hollow
when I forget,
and the big fuzz threatens to consume
All a gossamer good
dissolving
Light, a corneal burn
And I petition the empty room:
Can a bitch write about a grief parade?
When I find
there is only an echo
of years intending
to eat more than their share
To serenade me
with a particularly aggressive rendition of Carmina Burana
like it’s my birthday,
at a restaurant, and I don’t know where to look
Prayer, pushing,
redraws the line- pairs the stitch in red
Kantan needle embellishing the great tapestry
its canvas stretched
under one of a handful of moons; our moon shared
in bread and pasta shapes
moon, metaphor
Manna
Wheat oil salt heat wait
To bloom and proof
To soften
in hotter water
Alexus Erin is an American poet, performer and relic of Emo’s Third Wave, living in the UK. Her poetry has previously appeared in Potluck Magazine, The Melanin Collective, The Nervous Breakdown, The Audacity (audacityzine.com), American Society of Young Poets, God Is in the TV, LEVELER, and a host of others. She was the 2018 Fellow of the Leopardi Writers Conference and a performer at Edinburgh Fringe Festival (2018). Her screenplay, American Lotus Project, won an award at Temple University’s Diamond Film Festival. When Alexus isn’t writing, dancing, singing, comedy-ing or researching maternal and child health, find her growing plants in your walls as the co-founder of Wallflower Hydroponics. She is currently working on her first full-length poetry collection.
