Mimic

I opalescent into phenomena slicks upon the airs alligator hair surface
furthermore the further merrier. Thus luck the spilled corpuscle forked
topography on the public concrete. God sacrifice to maybe appease
angriest babies. Rain dance in Atlantis a murder of swarms will drink
fresh with thistle drenched agave. Rewarded Orpheus kink, take a
peek back at this haunted netherworld you’ll never witness. Sasquatch
my way from apocalypse to lonely thatch of talking briar. All animals
eat other animals whole here. Near the frozen bushel burns the effigy
atonement takes form from, so we worry a little less about nasturtium.
Your Nostradamus is getting all over my Nosferatu, it might help to
ventilate this hot necropolis? Prediction: kibbles and bits of people
being sad near each other. Mallard limp in my jaw, I gimp the gander.

Nicholas Alti

From rural Michigan, Nicholas Alti is a bartender in Atlanta. He has pictures of his frogs and dogs in his wallet. More of Nicholas’s poetry can be found at JMWW, Yalobusha Review, DREGINALD, Denver Quarterly, Rogue Agent, and elsewhere.