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!”

A Poem for My Old Best Friend

by Kimiko Hirota The pink skies and dry airThe blue tongues and dark secretssoften like chalk pastelson our fingerprints Remember picking up pineconesdiscovering the city by bikesurprised by anythingwe could dig and bury Nine p.m. is fadingThe steepest sand hillis still sinkingand your hair isn’t short anymore My teeth are straight and my tires are flatandContinue reading “A Poem for My Old Best Friend”

Right Back With Coffee

by Shanna Alden I have spent most of my life as a writer, spinning universes and microscope lenses,cosmic horrors, and hope.Intellectual treatise, statistical research, and internet rant.but despite this,and despite months of trying,I am shit at writing love poems. And you, you deserve love poemsbut convention and tradition offer me no council I mean, I could promise pullContinue reading “Right Back With Coffee”