by Robert Andrew Perez
in the beginning she knew nothing more
than the i did, then the i shattered into her,
filling the blankness, a white-wash of pure
[ ] she was a string taut beyond vibration.
in the negative space of whatever sheet was
external of the body, a phantom warmth
sank. its planar suction [ ] the wholeness
of a hole.
Robert Andrew Perez lives in Berkeley, California. He works for the English departments of UC Berkeley and Saint Mary’s College (where he earned his BA and MFA, respectively), and is an associate editor for the Oakland-based letterpress imprint speCt!. His work can be found in publications such as The Cortland Review, The Offending Adam and Omniverse and is forthcoming in The Laurel Review and Manor House Quarterly.
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