ALT VAGUE MEMORY FROM CHILDHOOD It was the end of day- Vast far clouds In the zenith darkening At the end of day. The voices of my aunts Sounded through an open window. Birdspeech cantankerous in a high tree mingled With the voices of my aunts. I had been playing alone, Caught up in a sort of dream, With sticks and twigs pretending; Playing there alone In the dust. And a lamp came on indoors, Printing a frail gold geometry On the dust. Shadows came engulfing The great charmed sycamore. It was the end of day. Shadows came engulfing. -DONALD JUSTICE

ALT Foreplay Oh, his sweet, small cuss. "Shit, sorry I kneed you," he said, pausing to check for a bruise. "I know you need me," I grinned, having never been sexy, only clever, even if it meant bending the truth. Then he pressed his fist to my chest, kneading me. Sometimes when I am dead to language I remember this.

ALT Rogue Astronaut Mitchell Jacobs