The soles of my feet carry your dirt
that you dragged into my house,
festering little monster, fostering distain
stained on the carpet like the foot prints of
squirrels leaping though my living room
along the couch with the imprint of your
back-side, shattering the lamp with its
claws, climbing up the cupboard and hiding in
the darkness out of sight except the hint of a
tail ever so often when I turn on a flashlight
then turn it off—click, goodnight.
Now I can’t see. I step in the dirt
and carry it into the houses of lovers that come next.
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Avant is Rowan's undergraduate magazine of literature and art. Funded by the Student Government Association, it is typically published every semester. Submissions of poetry, prose, and visual art are accepted from matriculated students throughout the year.
Selections are made anonymously by an editorial board and staff made up of undergraduate students. Members of the editorial board are elected each spring by all voting members of Avant. This semester, Avant meets every Tuesday at 7 PM over Zoom.
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