Alana Solin
STEED ZERO
Are you ticked
with me? Do you know
what I was thinking? I asked for equipment,
the great eraser. I asked for pollen
and shabby weather. You fish my head, past
osmosis and pine mouth, where dry runs fest
into cubic roulette. The typo
tracks, smoked out by red
goggles that read it’s good
to have no end. Take fixity back
where chances bid zero and
your day-saw was biting
the evident cold.
The lawn and the children
a rink of plaster in which
your mind is legible thread.
We’ve glared down
the backends of trucks
crushed in like wings
or copper souls.
Have you met me
at the mountain yet?
For sure you’ve swept
the incredible distance,
codified light chasing
storms into convex or cracks
running down the foot of the music;
which way, I’m not telling. In pieces you
are swift at an incredible
distance I close.
YOU SOUND LIKE THE DOOR
From hill or high water, on
command or otherwise telling
you things in a rush
& amazed by the cold.
Math, cup, darkness.
STEED ZERO
Are you ticked
with me? Do you know
what I was thinking? I asked for equipment,
the great eraser. I asked for pollen
and shabby weather. You fish my head, past
osmosis and pine mouth, where dry runs fest
into cubic roulette. The typo
tracks, smoked out by red
goggles that read it’s good
to have no end. Take fixity back
where chances bid zero and
your day-saw was biting
the evident cold.
The lawn and the children
a rink of plaster in which
your mind is legible thread.
We’ve glared down
the backends of trucks
crushed in like wings
or copper souls.
Have you met me
at the mountain yet?
For sure you’ve swept
the incredible distance,
codified light chasing
storms into convex or cracks
running down the foot of the music;
which way, I’m not telling. In pieces you
are swift at an incredible
distance I close.
YOU SOUND LIKE THE DOOR
From hill or high water, on
command or otherwise telling
you things in a rush
& amazed by the cold.
Math, cup, darkness.
Alana Solin is a writer from New Jersey. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Chicago Review, Work & Days, Antiphony, Dunce Codex, Rampage Party Magazine, Dusie, Annulet, Second Factory, Tyger Quarterly, jubilat, and elsewhere. Her chapbook Dead Ringer Blows won the 2024 1BR / 3BATH Chapbook Prize from Tilted House and was released in 2025. She is the poetry editor of the literary magazine Nat. Brut. She lives in Queens, New York.