Alicia Mathias (2 poems)
11:11
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We drive dark
amid
lit petals
of cloud
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Slate blue
rust—chafed
fenders
shycoughpink
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[stickshift stuck—
engine idles...]
With rains
that never
plash
Or bloom
They hold their breath/
brushes turn blue
Tattooed
bruises
from temporary
skies
(torn canvas
of an unseen
Monet)
[Suicides
unstrung
from harps
burning
upon our
tongues]
black
shoes tap telegrams
silver
stacked
tiny
silences
slip
Beneath
the trample
Of type—
writers
A field
of white space
Dented
*
with/out
war(n)ing
you light
a match
then
stroll
away
as our books
burn
around
me
all three years
of your
words
flame
into
scarred
silence
when i try
to call
out
your name
only
smoke
escapes
my
mouth
Alicia Mathias is a poet, photographer, and singer. Her poems have appeared in: Unlikely Stories Mark V, The Bitter Oleander, Ann Arbor Review, January Review Journal, and The Canopy Review, with new work forthcoming in Clockwise Cat, and elsewhere.
She lives and writes in New York, with her favorite muse, Zeppelin the Wonder Cat.