A bottomless whir creeping through the walls
Stationed accordingly
Chipping away at the instance, most elusive of my attempts to focus, and realize its potential
To collapse in delirium, incapable of sustaining such heavy bandwidth
To be spinning through tunnels
Unaware of such disturbing fissures
channeling shapely, and more over
through an infinite atmosphere ...

When fires flicker I will watch the light,
Letting air and ashes waver between.
And when I look at paintings in their scenes,
I’ll stand behind the crowd and wait in line.

When stars start to freckle the sky at night,
I won’t try to reach for them; I can see.
And when wild horses are running free,
I’ll stand still. The magic is in the sight ...

Elise Legendre read these 3 poems, an Italian Sonnet and an English Sonnet, and Sapphic Stanzas, at the Boston Intercollegiate Poetry Festival.

I begin with just a flash
And I’m reminded and set
The smell of northern wood
and gasoline
Your peaceful air passes through me ...

Six months of living together, six empty Corona bottles consoling the counter,
he paid me back for my portion of the round cherry dining table.

I packed two forks, three glasses
five apartments in four days, rode the worn-out passenger seat

alongside the realtor, city shivering in concrete ...