Atlas & Alice | Issue 2 Winter 2014
Fire Sonnet (from Your Wilderness) You can’t be alarmed ‘cause you’re too busy being on fire. This has nothing to do with that fooling around at the hotel unbuttoning some mental buttons or waiting somewhere picking flowers you don’t know the names of, this is you. Sooner or later this kind of fumbling won’t be allowed. All your distant faces will be wiped from the report. If you knew better you would leave with a proper name and a few belt notches and a lot of heavy lifting. Or: you’d wait for romance to finish you off but without mentioning ghosts or Windsor knots or rote apologies and not much else to cover. Maybe you could go forth wandering the earth still singing his praises or instead you pound on his door and he’s not home and if he were he’s too busy being on fire to know you’re there.
Issue 2 | Winter 2014