Nicholas Alti

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Levitation, Hypothetically and Now It’s Eleven, Actually

sassafras, artemisia, sumac, turtles with huge tumors:
in any habitat reduced to some carnivorous interloper 

pinch your nostrils, suffusion replaces gravity 
not much to do here besides shoot a magnum at

papaver, divinorum, juniper, any beast with pelt:
the interstice was introduced and nobody noticed 

phantoms on the railroad, ghouls in the gas station  
these hands used to hold, did you know? 

twelve degrees warmer and our world is uninhabitable
could you imagine the magnitude of a body limitless

From rural Michigan, Nicholas Alti is a bartender in Atlanta who holds an MFA from The University of Alabama. He is interested in horror, arcana, silliness, and surrealism. Poetry from Nicholas is in or forthcoming in The Horror Zine, BlazeVOX, Midway, Red Ogre Review, and The Columbia Journal.