Then something funny happened / after months of imprisonment, / handled like/ animals, less than/ animals, / they started playing baseball.
Driving, we saw a shepherd swollen to the shoulder and I told her it was a deer.
Dear Editor, or Owl
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I want to be a zygote again. / I want to be a dumb plant.
When clearly it could be a mommy or even a child for that matter.
I have watched too much reality TV about Kimye and teen mothers. This is why I cannot explain April like a normal person.
every day i go to the ymca & think about
my problems.
Miracles come more seldom now.
It’s satellite interference.
In the far-flung depths of the future, historians
will look back to this day and say, "This
is where it all went wrong."
There’s something about a horse that floats.
Watch her neck hover over the half-door
of a stall, or her sunlit backside rise
"I didn't want to ever be outside of this moment. I knew at some point I would look at the picture I'd just taken and feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I thought as long as we could manage to stay inside this particular hotel room, to avoid our phones and every person with whom we'd ever come into contact, we would continue to feel whole. We were revolutionaries, goddamnit. These were our accumulation of beautiful moments. Before the world fractured us. I don't expect you to understand how I became Brad Pitt in that moment, how we all just flew along down the highway. Bandits. Ex-patriots. In love with this countryside, if not this country. Paper Moon. The Last Picture Show. All of this shot in black and white. Only the final scene in color."
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Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.
