Nicholas Alti
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.