appealing

The Maynard
Spring 2015

Peycho Kanev
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Alcohol

It is warm and cozy
here,
the night as Hydra
attacks the moon
above the sleeping
town and brings
the sedative for the
pupils,
my hand reaches to
the light bulb—
a lighthouse for
the ships of my dreams—
and then I,
black inside
as emptiness,
start to write
the endless letter
to my life
and
I sink right through
the words into the future,
into
the night.