2 Poems | Azia DuPont

April Wheeler XV*

Her voice
hadn’t been well.
she hated
home.
April Wheeler
refilling her glass
April
pretended.

*Erasure Poem: (Text Source: Yates, Richard. Revolutionary Road. New York: Vintage, 2008. Print.)

 

April Wheeler XII*

I don’t care if
You’re a man
The past could dissolve
and so could the future
so could the walls of this house and the whole imprisoning
wasteland beyond it.

*Erasure Poem: (Text Source: Yates, Richard. Revolutionary Road. New York: Vintage, 2008. Print.)

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Azia DuPont, a Minnesota native, currently resides in Southern California. She founded the small press, Dirty Chai in 2012. Her writing has recently appeared in Maudlin House, Crab Fat Lit, The Yellow Chair Review, S/tick, Dead Flowers: A Rag | Bohemian Pupil Press and elsewhere. You can find her online at http://www.aziadupont.com or via Twitter @aziadupont

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