all threadbare and song
barely mentions the figure which fell from the sky
and kept running
“this again” face visibly twisting
a leaf sinks
in a still river
a lover’s plunge overstuffed at the throat, the family
they needed proof
small future selves she survived three days
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm(in thinning music)
is it too late to pass through the walls?
who gets to decide?
Alexis Almeida lives in Denver. Her recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in TYPO, Vinyl Poetry, Denver Quarterly, Divine Magnet, Oversound, and elsewhere. Her translation of Florencia Castellano’s Propiedades vigiladas is forthcoming from Ugly Duckling Presse. A finalist for the Fine Arts Work Center fellowship, she was recently awarded a Fulbright grant to Argentina and will be traveling to Buenos Aires in 2016. You can find her at alexisfalmeida.tumblr.com