Backstroke
Steve Subrizi
I lay down on the cold wood in the dark.
My roommate’s cat stepped on me and purred.
She has cat asthma. I thought about snorkeling.
There are islands that only one of us will ever visit—
you barreling over the sand near Greece, chucking a frisbee through the rain,
me with my body hanging beneath the sun like a complicated fruit.
STEVE SUBRIZI sometimes co-hosts the Wednesday night poetry mic at the Cantab Lounge in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He has performed his poetry at lecture halls and dive bars across America, and his work has appeared or is forthcoming in NAP, The Scrambler, Muzzle, PANK, The Legendary, Phantom Kangaroo, Ramshackle Review, Breadcrumb Scabs, NOÖ Journal, and Monday Night. His latest chapbook, Newly Wild Hedgehog, will be available from NAP on July 15th. He plays in a band called The Crazy Exes from Hell.
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Language, An Actress |
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Song of Praise i. Him One |
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