FANZINE

The soul is a tyrant
and the soul is a child,
a roundish sponge
in mindless fornication
with the ocean.
Then comes daylight.
Heartless, eyeless.
Lovers leave
in tiny spaceships.
Good times drying
up in gallons.
You don’t live anywhere now
you can’t imagine.

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_{Larissa Szporluk was raised in Ann Arbor, Michigan and earned degrees at the University of Michigan, the University of California-Berkeley, and the University of Virginia, where she was a Henry Hoyns fellow. Her books of poetry include Dark Sky Question (1998), which won the Barnard Poetry Prize; Isolato (2000), winner of the Iowa Poetry Prize; The Wind, Master Cherry, the Wind (2003); Embryos and Idiots (2007); and Traffic with Macbeth (2011). She has received grants from the National Endowment for the Arts, and currently teaches at Bowling Green State University.}