Alexa Doran
Six Across: Fable
I begin rinsed of cloud, lunged with stars, a punk.
I love men who pause well.
Dear…
the perpetual autumn of that comma,
the horizon I broth in offer.
Maybe tonight I’ll apologize again.
An apple in reverse, loosening its foam,
alert in its juice.
When will I refuse to accept this
isn’t true? the fruit to woman metaphor
gone moot, more zombie than lily I speak
in ash and stamen while my audience grooves.
Remix! they assume
but that would imply a you.
A person to goalie the silence, to bunker
the timber! of my shiver. Yes, once
the Ferris wheel bucket rusted through
so that our toes peached the heavens,
a kind of wild crop, of star-wash, of pew.
I love men who pause well.
Dear…
the perpetual autumn of that comma,
the horizon I broth in offer.
Maybe tonight I’ll apologize again.
An apple in reverse, loosening its foam,
alert in its juice.
When will I refuse to accept this
isn’t true? the fruit to woman metaphor
gone moot, more zombie than lily I speak
in ash and stamen while my audience grooves.
Remix! they assume
but that would imply a you.
A person to goalie the silence, to bunker
the timber! of my shiver. Yes, once
the Ferris wheel bucket rusted through
so that our toes peached the heavens,
a kind of wild crop, of star-wash, of pew.
Biography
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Alexa Doran (she/her) recently completed her PhD in Poetry at Florida State University. Her full-length collection DM Me, Mother Darling won the 2020 May Sarton New Hampshire Poetry Prize and was published in April 2021 (Bauhan). She is also the author of the chapbook Nightsink, Faucet Me a Lullaby (Bottlecap Press 2019). You can look for work from Doran in recent or upcoming issues of Pleiades, Literary Mama, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Salt Hill Journal, and Gigantic Sequins, among others. For a full list of her publications, awards, and interviews please visit her website at alexadoran.com.
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