Switched-on Gutenberg Issue 20
What It Feels Like

Mosquitos buzzless
DNA deranged     temperature still rising

Earthquake weather

          L.A.ís way of explaining      /      slippage
          under      out from under
          the shock of it timed by color      /      red
          means within the hour      near Mexicali this time

          (when I stood there where it is red
           the wind had me in its fist)

This map is unreviewed by human eyes

          says the screen reporting more activity along the fault
          than originally supposed

          Itís terribly quiet      wind or no wind

The weightlessness of air      or of some other huge thing
suspended in its own mind

which swallows up


light pole clouds
Image Copyright 2014,  Diane Lefer

Poem Copyright 2014,  Alison Turner

I live in Los Angeles, under the Hollywood Sign. My poems have appeared or are forthcoming in a variety of reviews, including Black Clock, Mid-American Review, Hudson Review, and Nimrod.

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