Atlas and Alice - issue 6

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Atlas & Alice | Issue 6, Spring 2016

Elegy for the Undead I. Contour flesh fresh again. Dust vanilla silk in the rotten vein canyons. Finger dew into the left of your mouth, All that is left of your mouth. II. It has always hurt. The devouring. You have always hurt me wholly. Absolved shame with hooks and fingernails. Kissed my ribs into feathers, winged them around my shoulders. This hurt is new. Unfamiliar in our stomachs. It gnaws. It swallows. It thirsts for different oceans. III. I found your ring finger in my hair. Contemplated my 37

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