Lisa Allen Ortiz has been shot at on the mountains of Peru and held by INTERPOL on suspicion of drug smuggling in Columbia, but all the good times have been in Paris. Her work has appeared in the Comstock Review, Crab Creek Review, and Zyzzyva and has been featured on Verse Daily. Read her chapbook.
The local tour guide believes in leather boots with wide toes. Sturdy soles. Protein for breakfast.
The young sailor said he would give me a modicum of love if I let him use my body as a harbor.
The ticket seller would prefer to meet the guests outside, order them shortest to tallest, take the most boisterous by the hand.
The skull-like villa lost / in a garden of dreams, / so seem the isle’s cimitero: ...
So here is the brief life / of men: what follows / went before of / that we know / nothing
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