Two Poems
Alek Lindus

the drink, drinking bullets

Lysistratus gave me
3 fish scales
in my cheek
tucked in saliva
pretending to be obols.

Not that it's about money.

common practices

The wall
slid
meticulously up

his face
abbreviated,
they stoned him until the stones covered his body.

Reverence gets shorter
as his arms
got longer,
the reach to my left eye
concluded
the proceedings.

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