Play Money; Desandar

In boomtown, the streets paint / themselves with trumpet sounds. / The coffee learns to swallow / infinity, spit it out come morning.

Excerpted above, "Play Money," written after The New Pornographers, undermines the (often) utopic visions economic abundance with hints of horror. "Desandar," written after Boogarins, instead revels in childhood innocence and wonder. Published together in Squawk Back 211, these poems are wonderful foils for one another. Read them in their entirety here.

Both of these poems will be included in Alix's forthcoming chapbook, Tomatoes Beverly.