the Sagas

these are the stories told by the fools.

Alexander Gallagher

('22) studied Literature and SCT, and has had poems published in Collision Magazine, The Bonemilk Anthology, and Baltimore’s Qu-Zine. If he isn’t working on one of his his thesis projects inspired by queer archives and medical records, he is probably watching reality TV.

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More Sagas

you can find more sagas in the physical editions of the fool or in the archive or in the sagas section of the website. its not that hard lol

Daddy-Daughter Waltz Beheaded, on a Burning Earth

by Alexander Gallagher

Big red shine, I can’t imagine you are an accident.
I want to touch you on a red tarp, on the only
green rock in the world. You: huge, spinning.

Terrible, like a bubble. Your dimple louder
than words. I don’t know how that buzzing
sound rips your cuticle blue, but I like it. I like

bulbs. I like the water tower chained shut.
I like when you look like a stage full of green.
(And the green is so green, it’s excessive.)

I sleep soundly in your heart, which is a kind of wire
prison shaped like a muzzled dog. When will we
blockade the pentagon again? When will we wash

these tiny windows, our violin? You don’t touch
the instruments, so I pluck them all gently.
The sundial, the forklift, the horrible bird.

I want to sit on your lap, to climb the stage
of your unbeating chest and make my declarations.
My screaming head looks true to life, a lot of blue.

A man dances in circles with his rotating coffin.
Anything that makes a sound terrifies me. A knot
of legs terrifies me, but the smoke provides a level

of comfort. A space in the glass like an old screensaver,
where I can look for the joints in the walls, joints in
the box with four windows and a little me inside.

I want to put something on top of you. Beside
the fast river outside, you dress up in blue tiles,
like my mother’s. You look like an old friend,

a Pixar ghost, a hall full of ghosts. You only speak
men. I hate your mustache, but I love your red shirt,
and I leave in no hurry, toting my little coffin burning blue.