She cleaned her apartment for the lover she would have in the future. Oh, the windows were streaked, but she had a feeling he would forgive that. Not so, the dusty windowsills. She gave them a swipe, felt annoyance at their insistence on collecting soot…. She looked around. So many rectangles. A world of angles, multiplying, multiplying. And a universe of surfaces: flat, clean, dirty, cluttered, lumpy, smooth. Perpendicular to walls, desk surfaces, table surfaces, shelf surfaces, chair surfaces, counter surfaces jutted out like hands in a perpetual state of offering. And the walls themselves: all that verticality. Looming over her. Hinting at the monumental, and rightly so. As she tidied her apartment over a series of days, eventually her residence became, in her eyes, a monument to her, by her, for her--with or without a lover.
Author bits:
Austin Alexis has been published in Paterson Literary Review, Lips, The Journal, Clockwise Cat, Danse Macabre and elsewhere. His chapbook, Lovers & Drag Queens (Poets Wear Prada Press), was a Small Press Review "Pick of the Month" and contains a Pushcart Prize nominated poem. He received a Vermont Studio Center artist grant and residency.
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