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I AM NOTHING I THOUGHT I’D EVER BE BY NOW (And Have No Idea How I Got Here)

by Paulie Lipman 1.The drugsare too easy to blame It is amazing howforgiving folks arewhen you addmethcocaineyoung stupid tripping so hardmy face was meltinginto my lap to storiesof truly reprehensibleactions It is disturbing howforgiving I can beof myself 2.Heaven andmethamphetamineshare too many syllablesto not be related 20 years old7 years since the inside ofa synagogue and theonly brightContinue reading “I AM NOTHING I THOUGHT I’D EVER BE BY NOW (And Have No Idea How I Got Here)”

Man Gets Tired of Being in the Spotlight

by Kai River Blevins after Jacqui Germain Tells me that I’ve spent enough timeantagonizing him, corrupting his divinename, condemning the thinly veiled violencein his bones. He demands that I forgivehis unrelenting presence,forbids me from saying all that I’ve learned about him – like Man is the aftertaste of disgusted stares. or Man comes alive whenContinue reading “Man Gets Tired of Being in the Spotlight”

You Guys, I Took Up Smoking Again

by Becca Yenser This time with Natives, not my old bougie choiceOf American Spirits. I took up nail polishIn Millennial Pink. I started mixing SangriaWith Coca-Cola. I went to work and dipped in and out of lives,Looked at grandchildren peering out from wallets;I touched the shoulder of a man who drinksElevated IPAs like he mightContinue reading “You Guys, I Took Up Smoking Again”

I Love You, Rite Aid!

by Austin Beaton And it’s not only the dollar aisleor because you gave birth control to a couple ex-girlfriendsor how you fed me Lexapro,a pill Kanye West rapped aboutin a studio probably not farfrom a Rite Aid in Los Angeles.Not just that five bucksbuys me and a millionairethe same serotonin dropletsspreading under the part of theContinue reading “I Love You, Rite Aid!”