And History Lies Down in Summer
︎︎︎ Alex Priestley
︎ JULY 16, 2022
Something glacial is moving
beneath the barricades.
Air thickens
and deposits itself
like pockets of fat
around the borough’s phantom organs and limbs.
We bite through it,
and the embassy windows glance on past
our nodding heads.
beneath the barricades.
Air thickens
and deposits itself
like pockets of fat
around the borough’s phantom organs and limbs.
We bite through it,
and the embassy windows glance on past
our nodding heads.
Alex Priestley is a poet from Leeds, UK. He’s interested in things like maps, diagrams, and paintings—and the myths they help create.
Also by Alex: Still Life