Poetry by Andrew Person
The couch needs air,
I know a magic trick.
Past the overpass,
at the edge of the winding barracuda’s neck.
A delta of delight, the ingredients for the perfect night,
stars to warm our eyes, the universe is comfier.


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The couch needs air,
I know a magic trick.
Past the overpass,
at the edge of the winding barracuda’s neck.
A delta of delight, the ingredients for the perfect night,
stars to warm our eyes, the universe is comfier.