Dead-of-Night Blossoms

By R. ZAMORA LINMARK

 

Books burning 3:39 a.m.

Chapter 6, Don Quixote.

 

Touch-me-nots

Wilting-in-progress.

 

Aspire à la Ashbery

Devote to the Impossible.

 

Darling, did you dry-

Clean my martini?

 

Proceed with caution:

Grief under repair.

 

 

[Purchase Issue 13 here]

R. Zamora Linmark’s new poetry collection is Pop Verite. He lives in Manila.

Dead-of-Night Blossoms

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