· R L · powell
Polaroids I didn’t take only to leave in Basque
Flattened
postures;
arresting
wet
extinguished
soldiers;
triumph
without
marshaling
bromide
raw.
Abandoned
bottles;
husked
captions;
matte
targets—
cigarettes
doused;
ruined
ends—
tickets
charged;
plastic
ribbons;
blow
powdered
as
milk—
bones
and
bills
hushed—
limp.
Counting
ipurdia—
upended
green
glass
remedies,
wanting—
untilled
narcotics,
lashed
left
owned
by
sun—
stolen
and
heartsick
floors.
· R L · powell is a neurodivergent writer, educator, and advocate for the peculiar. They’re mid-way through the MFA program at the Bennington Writing Seminars, and founding editor of APROSEXIA LIT, a journal of divergent and challenging minds. His recent work in or forthcoming from Haven Spec, The Inflectionist Review, Impossible Archetype, Scavengers Lit Mag, and others. Their website is rl-powell.com—and he would like to remind you that you’re doing a magnificent job of being yourself.