Issue 162

Summer & Fall 2022

Image from Never Not a Poet

Poetry Hannah Bonner Poetry Hannah Bonner

Among the Nouns at the Apocalypse

Starlight and empty sidewalks, closed storefronts and cicadas,
when did I first define solitude as standing adjacent to objects

without touching? The streetlamps sputter Luna moths akimbo,
a frantic arousal, their rinse of wings.

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