Poem

by Andrea Rexilius

What does it mean to be Romantic? To wake up each night in a terror sweat dreaming about Napoleon. Napoleon un- dressing Napoleon. I dream I am Mont Blanc and contain a powerful chasm. I capture Napoleon and roll him up like a hog in a blanket. I roll him up like a little roast. Here in the poetry of passing thoughts we subside. I don't give a shit about daffodils. I don't give a shit about clouds.

Andrea Rexilius

Andrea Rexilius is the author of Half of What They Carried Flew Away (Letter Machine, 2012) and To Be Human Is To Be A Conversation(Rescue Press, 2011). For four years she was the Associate Editor of the Denver Quarterly. She currently co-edits Marcel Press with Eric Baus. This June she will be teaching in Naropa's MFA program and working as a Summer Writing Program Assistant. Her poem was inspired by the Romanticism section of a British Lit. Survey course she is currently teaching.