Poetry - Issue 11 | January 2011

[PostScript]

by Helen


[PostScript]

when you write us —
write yourself a lion,
bone mass of comparable size to muscle ratio,
write how even in starlight your eyes were effective.

write me a small vineyard,
orientation towards the sun,
write me silent, write me in the middle of living.


About the author

Helen Vitoria, born in Greece, raised in NYC, visited Paris six times, lived there for a year and believes Bassett Hounds come from a planet yet undiscovered. She now lives and writes in Effort, Pennsylvania, and her work can be found in The Dirty Napkin, Gigantic Sequins, Monkeybicycle, PANK, wicked alice and many others. 

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