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Four Poems


& here we are

sad eyes pointing
mere white air
can you believe this, 
ah, 
fingers watertwirling
unregulated, 
moving like a black shoe

 

 

 

 

 

free mints

green heart leafy
i’m a narcissitic moth: 
all i think about is flying! 
it’s impossible to make mistakes

 

 

 

 

 

i bottled a forest and broke it on my hands and now there is trees in my blood

i cant fly & i cant swim
instead i caress a dead mill
legs tumbling in a careless fog
there’s nothing easier in the whole world

 

 

 

 

 

the secret ingredient is LOVE!

forever falling
dust to dust
river-y bodies
the softest i’ve ever felt
like being hugged by a CLOUD!

 

 

 

 

 

Alex Wennerberg is a Physics student at Truman State University and has work featured in Electric Cereal and Zoomoozophone Review.