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Alex Stolis

Alex Stolis lives in Minneapolis; he has had poems published in numerous journals. Two full length collections Pop. 1280, and John Berryman Died Here were released by Cyberwit and available on Amazon. His work has previously appeared or is forthcoming in Piker’s Press, Ekphrastic Review, One Art Poetry, Black Moon Magazine, and Star 82 Review. His chapbook, Postcards from the Knife-Thrower’s Wife, was released by Louisiana Literature Press in 2024, RIP Winston Smith from Alien Buddha Press 2024, and The Hum of Geometry; The Music of Spheres, 2024 by Bottlecap Press.

She lived things I could only imagine; we were mad
about each other, mad in lust, mad angry. Mad. Period.
We made love in her car, wrecked mine, made out at
funerals, fucked against a bathroom wall in The Cove.
Never wanted anyone else and couldn’t live without
blowing it up; told her I’m a man without purpose
baby, a boy looking for a chance encounter; forever
confusing honesty with cruelty.
We played Russian Roulette with her father’s gun,
a former cop, ex-marine. I said sackcloth and ashes
would flatter her figure and she’d make a beautiful
train wreck for someone.
Last time we talked she said I’ll never let you go,
I knew it wasn’t true. She’s a liar, a sometime witch,
a damaged goods collector. Everything has its sell
-by-date; we cling to faith, pretend it will be enough.