Serpiente_alquimicaFrom James Hoch’s poem, “Closure,” in the current issue:

In the oldest stories, a snake eats its tail,
a savage peeks his head out of a socket
of ruin, a boat returns with no crew,
and death makes us back into ether.
There seems no room for other versions.
A couple in the middle of rush hour
step out of their car and leap off a bridge,
only to hit a catwalk a few feet below.

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