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Current Issue : Number Twenty-Five

The Great Inventor will make for you your inner ear


in the shape of a bony labyrinth. There is no shadow or
direction of space, but there is a vestibule where waves of sound will lull in your head,
curve around and cock your body alert.


By this, the world will not appear to spin around you. You will not feel like you are falling from a

great height.


With this, you will only fall from me and when you do, you will hear the roar of your name and when you do,

you will set yourself like a compass and look up for the first time.

Alison D. Moncrief Bromage's poems have appeared in the Paris Review, Denver Quarterly, Barrow Street and elsewhere.  She is a writing tutor at Yale University and lives in Stony Creek, CT with her husband and children.