Alana Solin








SNAP 


Data
the most plural


the most public
learn avoidance


The cuttings flourish
with my absence


which is convenient
and not to blame


Eye contact
key stroke


the geological column
are witless


The adult body is
an indefensible idea




SIX STORIES


Ink descends visibly
into water. I lure
the triptych of your head
away from the window, which
holds between its panels
a secret presence, a dead link.


The rooms escape me
yet matte yet glinting.
From beyond recognition
I stroke your hair.





Biographical Statement:



Alana Solin is a writer from New Jersey. Her poems have appeared in Dream Pop Journal, jubilat, and Lammergeier Magazine. You can find more of her work at alanasol.in.