Last Deceptions   Regardless of how fond and fondling stars inculcate the dark there is yet to press the wax seal against each enveloped space— gaps  infinite and intimate a woman standing by a window, her back to the audience of antiques:   everything remains mad in its sanity, the cheapest paradox conflates being with mortgages: one payment remitted another impending like a man’s hand making her shoulder knotted.    
  About the poet: Marina Soler was born in 1986, and received her MFA  from Arizona University. She works as a legal secretary and weekend cellist to pay down her debt and avoid an academic career while she writes. Her work has appeared in Fabula, Texas Hold Em, The Ontario Review, and Incline Quarterly. She lives in Las Cruces, New Mexico, with her three wolf hounds, Finnegan, Cuchalain, and Sparky.