Spring 2015
Conspiracy Theory
BY DAN TESSITORE
Things are as they seem. Wind
is wildfires, cackling.
We're gaining ground.
Your time is paper.
Things are as they seem. Wind
is waves, insinuating.
We're gaining ground.
Your days are lettered.
Things are as they seem. Wind
is leaves, whispering.
We have always been.
Sing while you can.