By Stephanie Valente

Centaurs & gilded mouths
line up & down the lot

followed through
with sea foam
& open legs
to spare

if there’s a maze
to navigate
there’s no telling
how many men
need to enter

before I feel
the water, sliding
to bring

with a cup
of steam.



Stephanie Valente lives in Brooklyn, New York. One day, she would like to be a silent film star. Her work has appeared in or is forthcoming from dotdotdash, Nano Fiction, LIES/ISLE, and Uphook Press. She can be found at

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