#Asten Fallavollita

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Two Poems: Asten Fallavollita

French Fries I could've died then warm and tangled in the fuzz of your blankets tossed on scratchy summer grass And all I would’ve wished of the falling stars would be for the chance to reach out and touch one.

You asked me last night if I was okay I said yes and I meant it; Because I've eaten myself sick with mouthfuls of french fries and maraschino cherries. I've cried gross, globby tears in front of all my best friends And tonight I felt you shift casually closer so that our skin may touch just a bit more. There is meaning in these things and I don't know why

but they are enough to fill me.

The Sunday Ambition Our warmth heavy under cotton sheets

Euphoria seeps softly over me

And you know as I do how it flows through our spines

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Asten Fallavollita is a sentient tree. He studies robotics in California, where he lives with his family and his four plush squids, Deckard, Ocho, Jumbo, and Big Joe. His work has also appeared in Trampset and The Birds We Piled Loosely.

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