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by L. R. Bird okay, okay, so he’s doing a poem about a girl and it’s a pretty good poem and he names her “chandelier” / says something about refracted light and his eyes follow me out of the room (again) and I want to name this follow “friend” after the person holding the eyesContinue reading “SO HE’S DOING A POEM ABOUT A GIRL”

by Dhira Weiss “When did it begin,” the therapist asked,“this desire to be bound?” A long pause while she decided whether to tell,or to make something up. “When I was nine.I was playing hide-and-seek.I hid behind my neighbor’s freezer. My friend couldn’t find me.It got dark. My parents couldn’t find me.They called and called.” “AndContinue reading “Session on Rope”

by Kate Foley Spoiler alert: you will stop thinking about him. He will no longer plague your brain. He’ll stop writing you letters. He won’t even be a speck on your map because, girl, you’re going somewhere better. Spoiler alert: love will find you when you stop looking for it. And when it comes, itContinue reading “Spoiler Alert”

by Leigh Cheak You’ve probably read Fight Club,so you know the first rule, and the second.I get a pass because I’m a womanand not a member. But every woman has a degreeof violence in their make-up. Some days, I imagine knockingthe air from my boss’ lungs untilher chest is a vacuum. I resist the urgeContinue reading “You Don’t Talk About It.”

by Emily Yin They say empty yourself, and she says it is no longer possible. Define ostracism. Unholy ostrich, burying its head in sandy graves. Yeah, I’m okay. (Consider the ostrich, which remakes reality through denial. Which is to say: if she ignores the elephant in the room, it eventually becomes a flea. Which isContinue reading “Alien”

by Ron Riekki Jonathan did it. He teaches at a university in Washington now. Or Oregon. I forget. But he said he gets fifty grand a year. To teach creative writing. That’s like winning the lottery. I make thirty grand and my lungs are turning into a collection of twisted lies. I cough more thanContinue reading “This Is the Poem That’s Going to Get Me Out of the Mines”

by Anita Ofokansi even though this is exactly what you wanted: to sleep in a strange bed tonight, a drunken screw; your organs rearranged like furniture and someone to churn your insides around as if making butter. Is he a naughty child in your kitchen of lust, two fingers in the honey pot, stirring? MaybeContinue reading “Crying After Sex”

by John Pinkham I like to root around my family’s junk drawer for treasureThere are paper clips that jump like frogsAnd dried rubber bandsThat look like my worm farm After I left them in the sun too longThat day I learned worms are not plantsBut they don’t talk to meJust like plants don’t talk toContinue reading “How Do I Recycle These Batteries?”

by August Smith Welcome! Thanks for coming to our monthly meeting. Please enjoy the generous spread of cheese and crackers I’ve arranged. Today, I’m happy to say that our numbers are up. They’re way way up. Our numbers are fucking stellar. Fifteen hundred, for example. Simply stellar. Our sales, too, are off-the-charts, but as thisContinue reading “Work Hard & Dream Big”

by Esther Liv — ordered five poetry chapbooks online even though i really need to save money — poured half a carton of orange juice and a quarter bottle of vodka into a flower vase and timed how fast i could drink it — started doing the laundry but gave up halfway through which isContinue reading “a list of things i did during a manic episode at two am on a tuesday night in march”