Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

Electrical Fire

By Emma Alexandrov

Let’s rewire the map:

you are my city cleansed in flames.
Every mean street is scored in orange
and escaping at last the crimes of its name.
As borders untangle and we come together
I sing the snapping of skyscrapers
writ in the rise and fall of your lips,

and, closed in their shining wave of mauve,
I forget the plastic face
of every neighbor, friend, and leader,
their weighty language 
with its faceless cabled sneer––

It was meant to melt to a river of color 
and rush over the immeasurable tenderness 
of your hands suturing the earth like roots.
From the city’s shards you fit the sky with an arch,
a new continuity. I stand in its pale shadow 
until you extend your hand to me––
your arm is a bridge splitting time in two––
and I step through.

It must be odd for...

I kick around the dust...

There is a horrendous roar...

if the mountains call for...

when you’re at the bottom...

I love you mint chocolate...


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