(a)wake
written by: Desiree L. Balota
the ropes that he choked
stuff his pillow as slave dolls . . .
they’re strangling his dreams.
A student and fan of surrealist and constraint-based poetry, Dess carves syllables and statements in notepads, smartphones, and ice cubes as she pauses between her day and night walks for pen and speaker jobs and skateboard-on-tidal-wave adventures. She has written three books of poems and dreams of toasting spaceships and broken promises in her Olympic size mini oven.
