Open Wounds

Entrance

A poem made through the visual "translation" of a poem in Latin. 

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Mace and know hiatus edifies regalia.
Poets preside over them and bet duels and decks at museums.
Son quotes his curriculum for penultimate Olympiads,
collegiate and not, with masked fury.

Unite and rotate noble’s plaques.

That terrarium dominos — you hit at those
‘hunks’. See mobile homes and turbans and queers around them?
Certainly, terminus tolls them without honor, say us.
In them are proper, concise heroes.

Quick kid, do lip sync to your future for heirs.


Through the Oculus

I am a Junior and creative writing major at Interlochen Arts Academy in Michigan.

Brittany Burton 13