begins alone

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?

 

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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