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Adam Stutz

Updated: Feb 9, 2022

ANGLER (A PRECIPITATION)

The indent of origin/a flight/a kiss goodnight

is a price check the love like open

(like a salvo)—

perhaps a clarion the backwash

is a bright break in the throat—

a bitter license: a charity

for something hidden

The organs (a riot squad)

offer a harsh horizon

glowing in haunting regrets

Forlornness has a knack for neon:

laced up with a backward-looking

lucidity

liquor stores

laundromats crash-pad

hopefulness + false narratives

like anglers dangling lights

for prey these plots

promised refuge once

promised faulty temples

giving rise to love songs

ardent elegies

for our lechery

Solitude is a diktat a refutation

an expulsion

an expectation bleeding politely

The memory dances

in clothed cravings playing

spin-the-bottle pursuing a body

a politic of lease

 

Adam Stutz is the the co-curator of the Non-Standard Lit Reading Series with Mark Wallace and Jeanine Webb. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Equalizer: Second Series, White Stag, The Cultural Society, A Sharp Piece of Awesome, Prelude, Be About It, Deluge, Dum Dum Zine, The Pinch, and Where is the River. He is the author of the chapbook Transcript (Cooper Dillon Books, 2017) and The Scales (White Stag Publishing, 2018). He currently resides in San Diego, CA.

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