"Shore of Fancies" by Alexey Adonin
Two poems by David M. de León
Precarity
We thought the toilet paper would run out but it did not run out.
We thought the toilet paper would run out but there was toilet paper.
Some people buy things in bulk because they have to buy things
in bulk. The bodega selling single rolls. Our stockpile running low. We’re
fighting. The toilet paper was something. Like when I ate peanut butter and jelly
for weeks. Like my mother saying you hungry again? Like my mother
getting Burger King again. Some people don’t buy things in bulk because
they can’t buy things in bulk. When you know toilet paper then
everything is toilet paper. When you know toilet paper then everything is
fighting. Some people have toilet paper. Some people always have
toilet paper. We thought the toilet paper would run out. We thought we
would run out but we did not run out. The toilet paper means
I love you. The toilet paper means I will die someday.
We thought the toilet paper would run out
but it did not run out.
We thought the toilet paper would run out but there was toilet paper.
Some people buy things in bulk because they have to buy things
in bulk. The bodega selling single rolls. Our stockpile running low. We’re
fighting. The toilet paper was something. Like when I ate peanut butter and jelly
for weeks. Like my mother saying you hungry again? Like my mother
getting Burger King again. Some people don’t buy things in bulk because
they can’t buy things in bulk. When you know toilet paper then
everything is toilet paper. When you know toilet paper then everything is
fighting. Some people have toilet paper. Some people always have
toilet paper. We thought the toilet paper would run out. We thought we
would run out but we did not run out. The toilet paper means
I love you. The toilet paper means I will die someday.
We thought the toilet paper would run out
but it did not run out.
The Cats of Old San Juan
a failing forward against knowing uncertainty no word could
enclose or to take too much or for granted
*
from the train you see the backs of buildings
she asks what if we never have kids well, what if?
backyards corrugated steel weeds
*
some say love is universal what a lie
love is the least most singular
*
smallest ever thing
enclose or to take too much or for granted
*
from the train you see the backs of buildings
she asks what if we never have kids well, what if?
backyards corrugated steel weeds
*
some say love is universal what a lie
love is the least most singular
*
smallest ever thing
David M. de León is a Puerto Rican writer, academic, editor, and theater artist, a first-generation student and PhD candidate. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in places like [Pank], Pleiades, At Length, Fence, The Acentos Review, 2River View, Bat City Review, Anderbo, and Diagram. He has received aid from Tin House and the Fine Arts Work Center, and is currently an Assistant Editor at The Yale Review. He lives in Jersey City. http://davidmdeleon.com
Alexey Adonin is a Jerusalem based abstract-surrealist artist. His works have been showcased locally and internationally and are held in private collections around the world. Alexey uses a unique and beautiful technique in which he layers oil paints solely on top of one another to create a mystical, transparent look. His philosophy stems from the idea that one's reality is made up of what they believe it to be. Alexey uses his art as a platform to express his profound ideas about reality, humanity, and their intertwined behaviors. You can view more at www.alexeyadoninart.com.
