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Embossing



   


Agamemnon! Death masks
more brain than. Than I can

want a pillow-laden oracle’s
moonlit cave, than she can

tell me why kissing men
feels like it does. Identity

floats like soon-died summer
leaves and decomposes

too. Tannins, balks, retreats
to new aquifers. Under

granite, under humus,
under gold. Tiny hammers

cling-clang, alarming
most of all the foreman.







Ari Moline is a poet, perfumer, and endangered language curriculum designer based in so-called Pittsburgh, PA. Work appears in Discount Guillotine, Second Factory, blush, Cleveland Review of Books, and anonymous gossip forums. His first chapbook is god with Blinking Red Light ON (Almost Perfect Press, 2025).