Swine Lake

Into a crisp wetland


where neither of us are

palatable waterfowls


in our small boat of skin

and air   two necks


inter [broken] twined.


Mating season phones

in the biome of an aftermath.


Our pulse   let us fetch

we thump our torsos


of tempests


that hold all but the brain

[chorus] all but the brain.


Sins of others   glide

let us unweave the anatomy


of our webs.

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Sandrine Letellier finds inspiration in human nature, music, and visual arts. From Montreal, she self-published her first collection, Aftermath, in 2022, and her second collection, Surges, in 2024. Her work has been published in Sky Island Journal, Aurum Journal, Wild Roof Journal, Free Verse Revolution, Querencia Press, and more.