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Poetry by Lauren Sarrantonio

The Wind is Just Sky Breathing

I stand in magic black air, relieved to know
the moon’s still there — a benign hook of light

with its zenith, Venus hung north of it. The dull gnat
next door is Mars, a hellish neverland, and I forget

earth orbits between the two: a part of them,
without them. I stare back into time.

While time stares at me, stars spit guts
onto a wall of the universe

into clusters I don’t see until my eye leaves them,
swirling in my vision from the ground, &

the wind is just sky breathing; it grand drapes
altocumulus clouds above my brain.

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Lauren Sarrantonio is a graduate student studying to be a speech-language pathologist. She studied creative writing and art history at SUNY Geneseo, where she received her Bachelor's degree. She dreams of one day being a traveling therapist, working with children, the dying, and incarcerated individuals with speech and language difficulties. You can find more of her poetry in Anti-Heroin Chic, Twelve Point Collective and Teen Art Gallery. Her nonfiction can be found in Gandy Dancer and Outrageous Fortune. The poem "The Gate" by Marie Howe is her favorite prayer.
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