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by Ashley Inguanta You stand in the kitchen, bare,your body turned away, your hands busy,maybe cutting cabbage, a pear. I can see your legs, the space between–but the whole of you is here. I am alone on most nights, and so are you.On some nights, I touch myself.On these nights your body, too, opens. ToContinue reading “For the Woman Alone”

by Patrick Hannon Toss a stone into the siphonand feed the growthand lay in the muck.Spread out with hands      and heels.Focus,on the mouths,unintended.Lying, wonderinghow it will be      post-mortem.Hands locked in      the cut of your chestor separate;like a textbook diagram.A heap somewhere.Idle.A man;gripped in a glass jaw.Pissing and shoving.“Sign language”in the gripping silence.

by Jack Essenberg I thought I was a teenaged Fancy Boy wearing duke’s clothingBut I’m just a junk stash from Texa$ Wearing a ten-cent suitSmoking out of that trash can loveWe’re command center titansGoddamnitI don’t have timeFor thisFor waiting in lineBe comfortableMake me poetry out of those ol’ marionettesI got you last JuneLet’s kill theContinue reading “I’ve Got a Boner to Pick with You”

by Frank Sung The unforgivingness tied to your swimming beautyspewed through the fabric of my Life.My shaking hands grasped with a slippery clutchfilled with some kind of love that left your hips. I toiled and writhed unbecoming, a wet movementwhen you buried me in your ocean roar,a bare back tide of overflowingness too largefor meContinue reading “Underneath Your Waves”

by David Castillo As I stood there in the kitchen        holding my favorite slicing knifein my right hand she asked me,        “What the fuck are you doing?”“I’m showing you what a metaphor looks like.”        I replied.I pressed my left arm down        against the cutting board                with my palm upas I raised the knife high in the air.        “This is honesty.” IContinue reading “Honestly”

by Paul Maziar They don’t use cars much here in VeniceUnreal traffic and the people change slowlyNow and then I go veeringBrains abluster from the pastry décor(That’s what my situationist neighbor calls it)Which has begun to look familiarPostmodern or postmortem?I’ll never get over the alpsSure I’m pissedBut I’m no morose typeHopping from planet to planetBringingContinue reading “A Comet”

by Alicia Fyne he told her he’d be right back.he didn’t grab a coat.he walked on the sidewalk.he saw an ant.he pointed down at the ant, and said, ‘don’t piss me off.’he walked into a hospital.he stood in front of an elevator.he climbed three flights of stairs.he began to crawl.he crawled up into a hallwayContinue reading “deal with it”

by Thais Benoit my sorta friends eat tinymulticolored pills and keep them inplastic containers withtoo many lids this is new york citywhere arguing works i supply a jumbled list of uncategorized answersi sit with themcross-legged, on the floor andsort them into piles, crushed seashells in my pocketsand orange marigolds in my hair i beckon aContinue reading “my sorta friends eat”

by Kimberly Tan Inspired by Cavafy’s “Gray” I watch the couple on the floorand I cannot help but recallthe waltz we danced ourselves – so smooth; it must have been fifty years ago… For two years we were pressed against one anotheryour body leading me; your hand holding mine and your leg brushing past.Then heContinue reading “The Dance”

by W.M. Butler although it soundscinematic naive weaksugar is what love needs lost are the grain elevatorsmorgan le feylancelot is sick passé cliché my woman left mefor a pack of smokesand a younger man as small as thispiece of paper isi’d let it all just slide by yes ma’ami’d pick fightsi’d be wicked.