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Alexandra Wuest | Electric Cereal

Author: Alexandra Wuest

Alexandra Wuest is a writer and poet based in Brooklyn. Her work has appeared in The Bohemyth, Reality Hands, Mr. Beller's Neighborhood, and Hobart. She can also be found on Tumblr and Twitter.

as the crow flies

that day your voice was a crack in the sidewalk
and mine, an echo of a moment trapped in amber

let’s compare every inch of our bodies
to see if we have anything in common

and even if it’s just that we both have
surprisingly long pinky toes
I will store this knowledge away

for a time when the fridge is empty
and the TV is nothing but static
and hummingbirds only fly backwards

when you said ‘see you tomorrow’
paint spilled on the garage floor and I could feel
flowers turning towards the sun at the very bottom

of my stomach

when the clocks stopped ticking and
the clouds stopped moving
I finally knew what you meant when you said

‘see you tomorrow’


You blink 16 times per minute–
16 increments of blindness.

We are riding a tandem bicycle
but you’re the only one peddling

towards yellow.

We are organizing our confusion

into neat little boxes.

Folded and concealed, away they go.
To stand still is to peddle backwards.
To peddle backwards is to restore.

Let’s time travel back to when everything

smelled like lemons.

six of one, half a dozen of the other

I asked Nathalie what superpower she would want and she said ‘orgasm woman’

Independence can be devastating when you’re too good at it

There’s a certain imprisonment in always knowing the right thing to say

I want to travel the world just to drink all the different brands of sodas that taste exactly like Sprite

I’ve always found daffodils to be pretentious

When it rains it pours and when it pours we shatter and overflow

Sometimes I can see eyes peering out of the abstract grain of hardwood floors

My iPhone autocorrected ‘daffodils’ to ‘sad folks’

I was just an ear, who mistook you for anything more than a mouth

We sat on the loading dock and watched the sun set over Rite-Aid

And in that moment I just felt hungry

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