Sleepless Graffiti by Lee Ann Roripaugh

Warning hiss of sinusitis—right eye socket’s emergency road flare of pain flickering the morning dark.

All night long, thoughts you didn’t want to think which nonetheless
still insisted on being thought about cylindered inside your skull like
the chilled spin of marbles slanting down a hardwood floor.

Cold drizzle on snow made a treachery of last night’s streets.
Happenstance accidents. Morning’s rupture of snow. Everything
disintegrates, flakes away like dried flecks of sour milk. Fresh layers
of disappointment erasing icy footprints leading nowhere.

by Lee Ann Roripaugh

who is featured in the most recent edition of Anti-

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