by Dorothy McGinnis The cobra is known to eat one meal thatthen sustains her for weeks at a time.This single hunt a declarative act of overindulgence. She’s well aware what it is to have scales stretched, ready to burst, something sickening.her body announcing This Is Not What GodIntended. Gluttony is a sin advertised on thethighs ofgirls who doContinue reading “In Which I am the Ouroboros”
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Model 3.5
by Catherine Weiss when i meet my third-and-a-half boyfriend/my number one dating priority is SOCIETAL ACCEPTABILITY/he is a model slash actor slash retail associate at abercrombie and fitch/HOT DAMN SAYS ME IN 2004/my puka shell necklace glinting over my artfully layered gap tank tops/he checks alllllll the societally appropriate boxes if you know what iContinue reading “Model 3.5”
Exit Speech For Michelle: Last Supper At The White House
by Kelly Williams To those that boycotted because Michelle Obama was named the spokesperson for Subway healthy eating campaign. Call her monkey,mammie,pickaninny. Call her common, not worthy of sitting on white throne Call her black ink blot in your psychological exam,call her tar baby blues Bitch. Call her negro, nigga, never made it Call her hereticCall herContinue reading “Exit Speech For Michelle: Last Supper At The White House”
GAY INCANTATIONS
by Billy-Ray Belcourt i fall into the opening between subject and object and call it a condition of possibility. when i speak only the ceiling listens. sometimes it moans. if i am a body let it be the sound his lips make. there is no word in my language for this. sometimes my kookum begins to cry and a world falls out. grieveContinue reading “GAY INCANTATIONS”
Untitled
by Meron Afutu why didn’t you teach megave me a lampof holy oilbut wouldn’t help mefind the waylost on thoseSundayswasn’t able to form my lipsaround yiqirtaquickly enough why did you let me feel ashamedto roll that rsweet as tej on my tonguelet me feel as thoughI had to smooth over the edgesof my nameas youContinue reading “Untitled”
honey is a verb
by Isobel O’Hare she seeped into the earth reborn as iris bloomed places within her that his violence could not reach sucked into her own beautiful flimsy piece of life she vowed never to wish for anyone’s departure only that they be sucked into their own beautiful flimsy piece of life reborn as poppy, aContinue reading “honey is a verb”
Exeunt
by Jessie Lynn McMains the women in my family carry / secretsin their mouths like cyanide / teeth, ampoulesfull of fatal / poison to be bit in two / beforeanyone else can get to them / hold themselvescautious / like their bodies are loaded / gunsand they have itches they can’t / scratchwithout their triggerContinue reading “Exeunt”
Dancefloor/Sanctuary/Office/Bedroom
by Kay Kassirer We are all sitting around, well, nothingThis apartment is not furnishedUnless you count the constant bare feet on bare floorsThe scattered ashtraysAnd that one broken futon in the corner we use for work It is a Tuesday afternoonOr some other time of the week where most people are doing 9-5So this isContinue reading “Dancefloor/Sanctuary/Office/Bedroom”
Syracuse, Lullaby, V. 1
by Alexa Doran At 16 I made love between the beetles and dead grassof St. Mary’s Cemetery. I had no questions. I said traceme again. At 17 I cradled my car wash manager’s comein that same cemetery, the hush of blue lights on his dashsteady as the graves looking in. I didn’t need to beContinue reading “Syracuse, Lullaby, V. 1”
Sally In Paris (for Sally Hemings, 1773 – 1835)
by Evelyna Ekoko-Kay sally walked the border with her teeth glowing in the evening lamps.she was smiling and her dress was torn.this was in france andit is over now. sally might have swam from england, for the way that history remembers her. her granddaddy used to ride the sea and whip her gramma’s body til it split and howled.sallyContinue reading “Sally In Paris (for Sally Hemings, 1773 – 1835)”