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Party Poems
Miss Unity
The other thing Belle did
Was burn three holes in my thigh
With her cigarette
Revenge for the chaos I’d caused
I Could Signal Dominance in Email Correspondence as Trained but the Concept Is Offensive and I’m Baby
Sarah Lyn Rogers
I, I, I, I, the angel speaks herself
Another Day at the Museum of Forgetfulness
Todd Campbell
I finger a ring of keys and wonder what doors they might unlock.
I knew a terrible man once
Jennifer E Brown
There I was on Clement Street in the morning, trying to grow another body.
Sonnet for the Physical Therapist Who Told Me This is Just the Way the Good Lord Made Me
Billie R. Tadros
It’s a sin,
to desire different architecture, I’m told
my beloved forgets how to pray
Anthony Thomas Lombardi
in a cellar not far from here, wine waits years to peak
before a bottle is cracked open only to empty
a bruise.
A Toddler Unmakes His Father’s Laundry
Geoff Anderson
Burying me # alive
in training pants and # rags is my son’s
# gift of sorts
Five Poems
Roy Gu
Southward
You are the big blue sky
I never thought you would have
The moment when you turn your head over
So the water freezes
So the ginkgo falls
So the wall full of photos is also pale
And
terror dream with love music
Harris Wheeler
just looked outside
to see what’s going on
whatever it
is thursday
precious, beautiful
whatever as ever
and i can’t
pry my hand
off the windowsill
i’m driving the future
it’s a
Vernalagnia
Sofie Wise
You had one of those
shag haircuts that all lesbians
in Brooklyn have we sipped
your favorite pink drink
From champagne flutes as the
sun bled crimson and the air
crisped between us you’ve
Three Poems
Francesca Kritikos
Hiring Bodyman
This city hates me
I get so tired
of waiting
for you
I groom myself
Now all I have to do
is show up at your door
& you’ll call me sweetheart
forever
I hate
give me all your secrets and I’ll set them on fire
Juliet Gelfman-Randazzo
that was the year that all the carnivals came to town. sounds like a fake small town thing, but when you live in a small town, all the things that happen are fake small town things, except they’re
I WATCH A TIK TOK AND AM RELIEVED TO LEARN THAT TOAD IS A LEFTIST
Lucas Peel
i think you can learn a lot about a person
based on their Super Smash Bros main. or starsign.
or by asking. how convenient to be told? to learn
in spite of our own misgivings. part of growing
What the Dark Reveals
Yvonne Higgins Leach
I wake to the shuffle of wind along the sill.
The soft moon hue weighs on my blanket, saying nothing.
From the fragile dark, experiences remembered
become rocks tied to my ankles and feelings churn
Self-Portrait With Life, Death, And Strep In Between
Soeun Seo
Years later, he asked “Do you still use this email?”
and I replied “No.”
Love song as a cryptozoology
Eric Tyler Benick
Sometimes
trauma is a prerequisite for softness.
It depends on where you’re from,
and who you ask, but you should always ask.
dos poemas
Andrea Alzati
hemos vuelto heridos de una guerra que todavía no empieza
yo perdí una de mis extremidades
y él las perdió todas
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Delivery 4-6 weeks!
Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)
Elizabeth Ellen
"Is this the actual diary you wrote at the time? The diary reads a lot like a novel, with its motifs of the murderess, the acupuncturist, etc." -Garielle Lutz, author of Worsted and The Complete Gary Lutz