she said, had been her maiden name. Now she went by Runway. Church bells echoed the testimonials stashed beneath her grave, cataloguing the curvature of yearning. There was cartilage between her ears, same as everyone’s, although hers were velvety & Caribbean. Sex was still her favorite favor, although its hue rarely tracked the siren song of her cry: for whatever she wished to learn before her synapses popped out of superposition. The Rosetta code of sighs, how to demilitarize curiosity, the distillation density of here minus there, the hierarchical algorithm of eye contact... Not to mention the best concealer for a sagging ego, or a flyaway mind. But by now her fingers were golden paddles, & her prow could only point upstream.


Susan Lewis lives in New York City and edits Posit ( She is the author of eight books and chapbooks, most recently This Visit (BlazeVOX [books], 2015), How to be Another (Červená Barva Press, 2014), and State of the Union (Spuyten Duyvil Press, 2014). Her work has recently appeared in The Awl, Boston Review, The Brooklyn Rail, Connotation Press, Gargoyle, Luna Luna, Ping Pong, Prelude, Propeller, and Yew. Links to reviews, interviews, online work, and more can be found at