infinite ripple, huron river. Photo credit: C. Finch
by Logan Corey
the summer we turned water sprite
was late, June
already
full grown
teasing July
to cross the room,
throw open the screen
and splash
hot, mouthy spirals
of darkness on her face
we floated on our backs
to watch
pressed moonlight
between us, drunk
on eternality
became reflections
of astral things
that didn’t exist
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Logan Corey is a pretty cool human and even better amalgamation of twigs, coffee grounds, and bits of loose string. She studied poetry at the University of Michigan’s Residential College under the tutelage of Ken Mikolowski and currently lives in Ypsilanti. Her poetry often focuses on themes of the macabre, uncomfortable, or painfully human infused with a pithy sense of humor.
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