portion of the artwork for Lauren Marie Stevens' poetry
convoluted gut
Lauren Marie Stevens

rickshaw-for-eyes come round stabbing at the night at the corner of the circle of
men undone by their own tragi-comedies/ divided into increments

nodding enthusiastically to oneself like a loon and having had nightmares about
fighting horses tall on the grass

oh all those bloody horses mid-march

that happened long ago

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 33 | Summer 2011