The Problem of Existence
- Jul 23, 2021
- 1 min read
by Christina Veladota
The one Eagle Scout I knew dropped acid every weekend, read Ferlinghetti, saw
poetry in the poverty of an empty hand. Every poem was an eon in the making.
He asked for sex in the heat of his almost sorry. We woke in a field inside a world
closing its every eye. I thought the chuff & cry were mine, but they were the distant
train splicing my breath into fragments. Our idiom was the dawn’s shattering glass.
The railroad tracks stretched like a zipper at the back of a woman’s dress; they tore
the valley’s clothing, & they stitched it back again.
Christina Veladota’s poetry has appeared in many journals, including The Laurel Review, The Journal, Bellingham Review, Hotel Amerika, and Mid-American Review. She is the author of two chapbooks, Clutch & Brood (Aldrich Press, 2016) and The Girl & Her Lions (Finishing Line Press, 2010) and is a recipient of a 2020 Individual Excellence Award from the Ohio Arts Council.
