Heat of July by Alexandre Ferrere
Legs crossed,
edge of bed,
red hot & white sheets
(hanging bulbs
are
naked
too).
There’s an invisible
man by the window,
breathing violently
in the leaves,
caressing
terracotta tiles
under which it sounds
like sighs.
The room is sprinkled
with furniture,
curtains are
half| |open;
living hell of love,
lava of saliva,
alone in the crowd
flooded by animals—-
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may 29th, 2020Alexandre Ferrere is 30 and lives in Cherbourg, France. After a Master's degree in Library Sciences and a Master's degree in English Literature, he is now working on a PhD. on American poetry and little magazines. His fictions, interviews, essays and poems have appeared in dozens of magazines, online and in print. He is editor and review manager at Trio House Press. His experimental poetry chapbook entitled "mono / stitches" and handmade by artist Sara Lefsyk is available at Ethel Press (2020).