wine in the morning sky the cold of the night not yet gone those who
feel the way I do not yet awake or even in this godforsaken country
the walls cracking as the temperature changes the wind smashing up
against the window the heat from the radiator making waves in the air
the sun taking a whole month to appear the cat laughing at my feet I
am atilt with the floor the other person I know not where the echo of
yesterdays sirens not yet silenced the police gone my hands are burnt I
look at them the woman and the person she was now separate she is free
satnrose is a well-known antiquarian bookseller, and formerly a not-so-secret messenger in the innermost depths of Capitol Hill and K Street. He has been published in a number of literary magazines, but since his reincarnation as ‘satnrose’ last year, he has been published in Evergreen Review, Iconoclast, Danse Macabre, Counterexample Poetics, wtf.pwm, Oysters & Chocolate, Apparatus, Gloom Cupboard, Escape Into Life, Mad Swirl, Metazen, The November 3rd Club, Stray Branch, The Citron Review, The Copperfield Review, The Hell Gate Review, The Blue Jew Yorker, Mastodon Dentist, Full of Crow, Rose & Thorn Journal, The Maynard, Nefarious Ballerina, Counterpunch, deadpaper, theviewfromhere, Maverick, Calliope Nerve, The Battered Suitcase, etc.