from XYZZY
Andrew Durbin
I watch the flood go by
what does the alphabet spell?
the sunlight doesn’t stay long in my windowsill
I strive to seize the inmost Form
his wheels remain my symbolic antecedent
they hover in the afternoon sky
I am reminded of you
who is Juggernaut, and who is Charles Xavier?
she backs out of the bedroom
I have a hard time seeing anyone play Bardot but Bardot
small like a flame, but resembling a fire
do me a favor
we love to watch you walk among us
winter is forceful here, it breaks the better part of the year
we searched for clam shells at the beach
I am a coral maid
my flowers refuse their vertical growth
London is faraway
we search over Reykjavík
the girl went into the corner to cry
would you consider this moment historic?
the focal point produced the most tension
no concessions except when necessary
the cars move along the grid
patterns ascertain
clouds are very cautious
boys are full of shit
you remember growing up in South Carolina
nothing is different after, say, two years
LOVE is the title of my next book
Mont Blanc isn’t so great, everyone knows that
do you like the sound of my voice?
carefully, the system expands its definition
I include you in my letter
the waves are in full retreat
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Andrew Durbin's work has appeared (or is forthcoming) in Washington Square, Antennae, NAP, >kill author, and elsewhere. With Kit Schluter and Allen Edwin Butt, he edits O'clock Press and its journal, CLOCK. He lives in New York.