Love Potion Test Subject

Alexandra Leadbetter

We spent eternity

floating in a caress.

The canvas detached,

sabotaging my footwork.

I fumbled to record

each pore. I felt

annihilated when

I didn’t crunch.

There was someone else,

I cracked;

carnage and mystery

I couldn’t pluck.


Impulsiveness, is wild and red,

aloft a manic-depressive ceremony.


The experiment of her

is a dimension.

I’m wasting inside.

She is nectar, I endure

to deform my delight

at existence.

A spark, defective,

hollowed us

like the climax

of a nebula.