you school me in the drip living sun up today so stained it high green so sail vineyards awake down where flowers capillary cold wet painted around halo trees wet with old light held faces beaut from drowned stumps I’m around here is where flowers wait for you alone at one with up and at it at a time when I’m straight from the drip a living sun up today deep lemon barking at last year’s leaves with cold wet paint so that I blacken with vineyards waking rust into mud so that I walk backwards out of the tomb
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As a child, on interstate trips, Lewis LaCook (he/him) thought the moon was following his family’s Econoline van. Upon reaching adulthood, he couldn’t tell whether the truth disappointed or relieved him, so he started writing things down. His poems have appeared in journals like Otoliths,Unlikely Stories, Whiskey Tit, Lotus-eater, Synchronized Chaos, Argotist Online Poetry, and Medusa’s Kitchen, among others. His collection My Kinship with the Lotus-eaters was published in 2022 by BlazeVOX. Lewis can often be found wandering the wilds of Western New York state with his wife Lindsay.