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Christos Kalli
Monsoon 2016 * Jukebox Coin Today, a new day, pray For a fresh addiction. Can I please have a mug of black coffee, Please. Salted caramel, please. Another noose around my neck. Please. Please. I've been told that it's in style. Does it wreck my Look. Say no. Say yes. Say dress. Say yes to the dre Coin Well come in To the exit. Shake hands, nod heads, prepare smiles, Steal phrases from stolen phrases, shape(d) faces like Mannequins. Unbruised hands and legs, hand me the abuse Slowly swing on the dance floor, mopping the kitchen floor, Manically making bread out of flour, four and five and six o’clo Coin If my father was in a building with a fire I would save The fire. If I understood sex and not just what goes in And what stays out I would have loved to try it on me. If all creation Is sexual, did God mastur Coin Leave the gourmets, the heels, the red orange feathers Inside. Leave your skin, too. Come as you are. Not as you were. Certainly not as you would have been If the rose wasn’t just a rose, Or if the night wasn’t just and always dar Coin |
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Christos Kalli, born in Larnaca, Cyprus, is currently studying for his undergraduate degree in English Literature at the University of Glasgow. He is active in the English and American poetry scene, and he is always trying to broaden his network. His most recent poems can be found/are forthcoming in the minnesota review, Oxford Magazine, The Maine Review, Red Paint Hill Poetry Journal, Hobart, among others. He is currently a Poetry Reader for The Adroit Journal & one of the reviewers of Prole Magazine.
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