Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Celia Lisset Alvarez Going to See Dali Driving around St. Pete wind and rain blurring the neon signs narrow back street tiny bump of a hill, curve of the city's thigh, sending us reeling into space, daredevils maps and brochures defying their folds faces gaping at the Hallucinogenic Toreador, our giant pancake breakfast; we ran with the bulls up the beach until all the clocks had melted, and we flared our red umbrella, victorious over the summer. Next Poem
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