I wouldn’t be caught dead in the covers
with a pillow that wouldn’t smother
all my fantasies to dust
The boy who drowned in beams of rust
sucking birds of certain feathers
out from behind both of Heather’s ears
They lived behind her eyes
with names she couldn’t care to memorize
This budless tongue I’ve bit before
bled with a certain semaphore
poppy seeds and plastic lungs
Props to the ghost that wasn’t hung
in the peppermint lighthouse on the coast
My ashes fluttered from a cutting hoast
over the sea and garden fires
into my sheets through seaweed wires
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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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