SandScript 2022
Art & Literature Magazine
Art & Literature Magazine
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Lag time<br />
Shane Veno<br />
It was cold on the porch so late<br />
as Elizabeth and I sat opposite each other,<br />
trying to strongarm a few more hours out of night.<br />
The moon and the snow doing something<br />
to her eyes that brought me close enough to see,<br />
that whatever it was she was trying to transmit<br />
to me, to be kept safe in the cataracted eye<br />
embedded between my clavicles,<br />
had, in the cold filling the space dividing us<br />
refracted so<br />
that I couldn't at first feel its remnants’ warmth<br />
gently pulsating beneath my coat,<br />
as we stumble-sprinted across that underpass in Manchester<br />
to the Nouveau Brewery<br />
where we sat on casks trying to listen to the band,<br />
but that cataracted eye<br />
was focused too solidly on her signal.<br />
She avoided my eyes<br />
as she ordered and drank<br />
two glasses of white wine<br />
in quick succession,<br />
her transmission now returning to me<br />
all sorrow and shame.<br />
So we went out to the alley adjacent and<br />
huddled together against a fence.<br />
I passed her a hastily rolled cigarette<br />
and when I received it back,<br />
that eye inhaled the entirety of her aether and swelled<br />
until it could repeat back:<br />
What if there were a hidden pleasure<br />
in calling one thing<br />
by another’s name?<br />
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Black Ink Drawing<br />
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