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...Helene Achanzar Helene Achanzar O my sorrow, I don a new dress Clicking the checkout icon for what I really want: good skin for a good future, expensive denim, and a reason to get off the couch. Every day devoid of motivation to put a face on, but this Tuesday oozes a particular dullness. What I...

... it from the outside. She couldn t escape from me yet. How is a daughter locked alone in the dark better than one left wild? Was I like a Victorian husband, corralling his wife into a room to keep hysteria at bay? Was I like the woman locked, the woman driven to madness? But wildness isn t madness, I don t...

...Don Schofield © 2011 Don Schofield 2011 Don Schofield Traveling Greece At Ephesus a guide once told us, “The ancients read from left to right and back and saw it as analogous to plowing.” I knelt and took my journal from my pack, let my pen be pulled by oxen...

.... Did someone break in, do you think? asked Michelle. Just to leave a hat? Maybe it s a message of some kind? We should see if anything s been stolen. We decided that I would look in the living room and kitchen and Michelle would check the bedroom and bathroom. I m a pretty lousy looker I don t...

...Cameron Vanderwerf [email protected] Copyright © 2023 Cameron Vanderwerf 2023 Cameron Vanderwerf How to Date During the Climate Apocalypse The most important thing is to be in the moment, as they say. Try not to let anything distract you from the person in front of you. Don t think...

...? Mamou crosses herself I have reached the river. I no longer need manners. After, the day is uneventful, and the night is colder, like one more thread has been unraveled from the sweater of the cosmos. When the clock lines up at the vertical, Mamou tells Kaju they need things from the market. And don t...

... in a silver basin like so many slippery fish. Then, formaldehyde will be pumped into your veins by a number nine needle. A dab of super glue seals your eye lids shut so that they don t pop open for the viewing and also because, guess what? Your eyeballs have been removed. Your hands will be shaped...

... don t think it s such a big deal. The next morning, little green pinpricks were marching up the trunk. The bugs go marching one by one. You know the song. I ve always hated bugs. I read once that spiders build nests in your car, weave webs in your air vents. I didn t drive for a month. I don t like...

... had three miscarriages, and I can t recall the last time we had sex. Don t worry, she says. I didn t have an affair, if that s what you re thinking. She laughs a little at this. I nod, then smile, walk over to her. She ll come in the mail, she says and points to the screen. We have to build her...

... above us, shedding its glass & plastic skin, but the hard part is praying to be made of that same permanence. Nothing here leaves on its own. Discolors, only wilts at the name; structures intact. What had no agency still has no agency & with it no death. I don t remember the name of the man I hurt. I...

... and kernels churning in my meat pot. Focus. What s goin on. Mercy Mercy, Me. The last leaf fell on the first day of scorcher spring. Ain t no groundhog alive enough to tell us. My oxygen tanks take up too much space. I guess you don t need to breathe. These canned beans have obliterated my innards and left...

... study the things they tell me to study), but you ve been the most interesting one of them all. I don t know if you know this, but Ms. Campbell drives a 2003 Honda Civic and lives in an apartment o Lincoln Avenue and works out at Curves on weekends and has never, as far as I can tell, dated anyone...

... as much as I distrust binaries. If there are pheromones, I don t think they are as simple as man hormones and woman hormones. When I w as a g irl, I n ever thought of myself as beautiful, though occasionally I felt sexy. I bought a matching bra and panties once and wore them to have sex with my high...

...Joanna B. Johnson Copyright © 2021 Joanna B. Johnson 2021 Joanna B. Johnson La Llegada Tiny devils tap dance on my molars, they shriek when I grind my teeth into something sweet. I don t know God. I don t know who has protected me all these years while I wander, who rinses my shadow in agua...

..., one by one sunburns & wakes. after some time, I begin to hope our addict friends die. their deaths make me victim. make me survivor. I crystallize in the sap I d fallen into: my backdrop is blue lips, capless whiskey bottles in the fridge. IV. Barba dies & we don t care. Cam. Nick. Petey. we don t...

... that something terrible had been happening. I ll wake to find things open: windows, cabinets, my refrigerator. I don t know if I m trying to let something out or something in Outside, Vincent s car door slams. He struggles to unlock the front door, keys the knob. Then, lineman-sized, he makes the doorway look...

...Tracey Lien Copyright © 2019 Tracey Lien 2019 Tracey Lien Time Capsule No one in the girl s family ever says I love you because too much love invites bad luck. They don t kiss, they don t hug, and they don t hold hands unless the girl is crossing the road. So how do you know if they love...

... come from Danez Smith s poem not an elegy, included in his collection Don t Call Us Dead (2017: 67 68): i am sick of writing this poem but bring the boy. his new name his same old body. ordinary, black dead thing. bring him & we will mourn until we forget what we are mourning. is that what being...