The Colony’s Paradise

by Alexa Curnutte


Leo,
Chain smoker; Drop by the cloud of menthols with your stars in your palms. They will turn yourbody 102 degrees and push. Hard.
Leo,
You openly give your loyalty to the city birds and city soldiers. Bird soldiers shining the tips of their rifles. Be advised against unbuttoning your blouse. The dyed blue salt on your shot glass isfrom the Congo. Swallow delicadamente. It was not cheap. Be wary of the amber water and theway your throat accepts it.

Leo,

Your core aligns with Saturn’s rings, driving your
heart desesperado around the district. Cut it’s
fingers off with palm fronds. Glide the green blade through with precision. This is a necessity; hunger grows back.

Leo,

Not every bite will satisfy you this month. Instead of eating, burn your harvest on the windowsill. Take note of the blackened chips of paper and cracked eggshell paint. Map the color andposition of every spark. Etch this into yourself. Cada fuego. Supplicate the pang inside your stomach with tabasco and celery.
Author Biography: Alexa Curnutte is a Junior creative writing major at Interlochen Arts Academy. Alexa finds warm weather, the sound of the woods, and the Forrest Gump soundtrack ideal in her writing space.