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"Cross-Sections in the Color of Yellow" by Ethan Altshul

Nov 21, 2022
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In the center of the chateau, urban sprawl

is a real issue. Lemons lay in a bowl

split open, half and half. Layer your love

along the radius of my arteries. My veins

pump orange blood. The eye of the wolf

is in the middle of the tapestry. Topaz

gemstone. Your gemstone. Is the miracle

reflection of your eyes. Creeping back

from a piss, there’s leather. Your hand

has turned the lamp off. Your hand

is full of topaz. I’m the lamp. Turn me on.






Ethan Altshul is a 17-year-old writer whose work is forthcoming in the I-70 Review and The Broadkill Review. The grandson of two published poets, he currently works as a poetry and prose editor for Kalopsia Literary Journal. When not writing, he constructs crosswords and plays baseball. Ethan lives in West Chester, Pennsylvania, with his family.


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