Two Poems
Alek Lindus

I thought I remembered everyone in an antediluvian suit

For greasy tongues

dad had contacts

I'm a girl, sure
barking up the wrong dog,

Vershinin whittles clouds.

crooning and fellatio.

sadly-delicious accents of a grieved penitent

crickets sotto voce

I want papyrus,
on my kneel hard mouth
to puncture dusk

that's the end
I lived dilution.