I have meant so little to so many Shrouded in the sound and fury of a secret. My eyes perched on the fences of other lives So hungry I could eat a marriage I have always been worth the time. The highway befriends me. We talk Through the radio. I beg the gods to transform me Make me a tree, a gadfly, a cow, Blind, inhuman, but they leave me Alone.
Alessandra Davy-Falconi is a phoenix. She centers her work around themes of modern love, American culture, and a sense of dormant response. Her writing has previously appeared in The Atlantic, Typehouse Literary Magazine, and Star 82 Review, among others. You can find her at www.phoenixfalc.com.