... deep in his cave. The same exhausted atoms from T. Rex after a glorious bloodbath leaving Triceratops ribs for the Aeolian wind to fan its bruised sonata across the wrist, the Christian wrist, the bare wrist of truth, the wrist most likely to get nailed, the wrist...

... I can fall in love in the length of a dreadlock just by chewing on the word Alright and here comes No Woman, No Cry and Vanessa in 2000 in silver sandals sliding across the asphalt toward me and not bleeding from her wrist and not bleeding from her wrist and I feel the way the reggae rhythm...

..., hairy wrist. I recognized that wrist. Not because I had any memory of what his looked like, I had a hard enough time keeping an image of what his face looked like in my mind. The smaller parts of him, like those bony wrists, were long gone from my memory. I recognized his wrist because it looked so much...

... torso and he feels his feet deflating inside his black wingtips. The watch slips off his wrist and only his outspread fingers keep it from falling to the floor. The small wooden desk in front of him is now massive. Since he was a teenager David has been tall. Now he is a foot shorter than...

... touching. As he adjusts, I free a strip of tape to handle the roll with one hand. I approach him like a handler wrapping a gator s maw. With my revolver inches from the back of his head, I loop the tape around his wrists. I use the whole roll. His ankles aren t taped. Should ve had him bind his feet first...

... tossing your copper horsehair wig to the floor I wanted no answers from your stuck red gash of a mouth scored into alabaster clay with a slight tilt of my hand and the dull twist of a wrist you whittled the vowels of my name down head bobbing...

...Kelly Forsythe © 2011 Kelly Forsythe 2011 Kelly Forsythe Leaving Pittsburgh in June The petal burns. Pollen leaves a slant of gold, my wrist heats up with rash. It tore up my arm. When I left you brought flowers to the airport. I took all...

...Jasmine V. Bailey © 2011 Jasmine V. Bailey 2011 Jasmine V. Bailey Charon The Saudi bracelet I wore from four to ten finally had to be cut from my wrist by a jeweler out of place in the mall in Hamilton, New Jersey where he worked. Not often did he help a girl...

...Shannon Sankey Copyright © 2019 Shannon Sankey 2019 Shannon Sankey Lonesome Errand the red moon buoyant & the grocery cart shepherd driving his clang - ing row back inside & the walk to the car long & our blue bags of canned vegetables spinning in silent circles from our wrists & our time...

... desperate wrist, open flame, then closure, at least. Instead, she runneled then chiseled the door open, managed after to sing her way north, watching for the spur of light, white tail whisking across the night, her pale moon knuckles worrying the wheel. She drove him; she drove away from him. These were...

..., to be filled against your will with silence. How should I sing alone the LORD s song in a foreign land? The patient took the pen my mother used to sign her charts and slashed her on the wrist. Some losses cannot be tamed or placed within a house that isn t clean. He couldn t understand her English. When...

... with another man as he lies awake at night, staring down the stars through his window, imagining Orion whipping off his belt to tie Ganymede’s wrists and take what he can of Zeus’s honor —​which is not to compare Schock to Orion, but if you’ve seen his spread in Men’s Health you...

..., the garden gone to seed. You wanted the zephyr baptized in petrol, cum upon, and bridled—No! It can't begin like this again—knives drawn, wrists tied. There's something I have to say to you. When I left Eden, it hurt you, how I coupled with the common...

.... He spoons into his cereal of overhead stars, as his blue-collar double stands at the top of the stairs with a bulky clipboard under each arm, the immense flag over the mall unfurling and flapping inside him. Meanwhile, his shadow is chewing on the wrists of hurrying citizens, with gold...

... it lies there, half-deflated, a soft frown curving across my pelvis. If I were Matthew McConaughey, every part of me would be like marble: so bright and valuable, so sweet and hard. I would break wrists with my body’s warm obstinacy, its carefully contoured flesh...

... 2020 Brianna Nelson 45 46 the minnesota review in the morning i once wrote my body all i have to offer a pillow worth saving come closer, i want to feel the back of your hands circle my fingers around your wrist and your rage welcome the cup to pour into ...

... when we meet, now, between us it is always ten tiny oceans crossing ten more oceans swimming by so many drowned sailors to reach each other’s wrists loving and loving and unable to keep our little boats watertight. We don’t sail well, not because our performances...

... everything makes sense > we evolved > see faces in outlets > feel landscape art > tree branches & the veins in our wrists look the same > the fractals > our neighbors spray dandelions in their gutters with glyphosate > we drip around the bucket below we exit the school bus > fun dip & Hi-C-soaked amygdalas...

... pee. And she d pull me by the wrist to the bathroom, wet a washcloth for me to suck on, then once back in bed in our blanket pod, she d sing, Rain, Rain Go Away, except she d twist the lyrics. Pain, pain go away, she d sing. Come again another day . . . . As I drifted off, I d question the wisdom...

...Charlotte Covey © 2017 Charlotte Covey 2017 Charlotte Covey signing ceremony i. aries i hadn’t even bled yet when i etched an M on each wrist, landscapes crossed with rivers and rusted tracks. you roped me to the rails —​bitch, i’m...