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IN WHICH THE WHITE WOMAN ON MY THESIS DEFENSE ASKS ME ABOUT WITNESS
Noor Hindi
1. And what does it mean to witness yourself, on television, dying?
a. I no longer watch the news.
b. I’ve exhausted every mirror in my home searching for my
In the Gap
Leah Umansky
so much of what I feel is strain and restraint, not
strength. I feel so much of my days are in want;
THREE POEMS
Namrata Verghese
Chacka
This Whole Foods smells of rot.
A lady holds half a jackfruit like a baby,
Pushes her fingers deep into the damp decay.
We call jackfruit chacka back home (although who’s we?
I
SAD SEXY CATHOLIC
Lauren Badillo Milici
I was God’s favorite, once—enough
schoolgirl in me to make Mary
sweat. not a fall-from-grace, but something sweeter.
an unlit cigarette wedged between two
adolescent fingers; & the skin like
Three Poems
Schyler Butler
HOOD
We jut Ma’at into our daily bread.
Turn mud into pyramid bricks,
shadows mapping the heavens.
We rise above the stars.
Invent language harmonious
with all creation.
Fight wars because
Three Poems
Kenny Kruse
THE LOOKOUT
A person looks out onto the ocean. The water does not look like it is moving. Is it a real ocean? How are we to decide? There is something small and very far away. The person cannot
Skincare for Trees
Divya Maniar
Skincare for Trees
Take care of your skin she says, over the dinner table,
tracing lines on the table with thin long fingernails,
Gentian Violet
Liam O'Brien
Gentian Violet
For years I lied
to everyone
said gentian was related
to violet
I don’t know why
Three Poems
Sophia Friis
MORNING
As a child I was taught
the small gathering of matter:
in the garage of summer,
a shelf of conch shells
flat yellow saddle oysters layered in jars,
small change purses of cicada
Antirelationship Period
Tao Lin
My favorite period historically
has been the interim period
Three Poems
Allie Hoback
Desert Dance
I didn’t believe tumbleweeds were real until I saw one
just like ghosts or gods or anything: I’ll believe it when I see it.
Somewhere I fused leaving & searching into the same
Late June on the North Side of Town
Tyler Dillow
Late June on the North Side of Town
We are in a paleteria eating lime & chamoy ice cream—
or is it sorbet? On our walk over here we talked
about ginkgo leaves & how they offer the
Three Poems
Benjamin DeVos
the only person who texts me is my mom
mostly about how her back hurts
i send her a
proverb that says: you are as old as your spine
she replies: then i must be dead
my mom is always
Recent Books
Exit, Carefully
Elizabeth Ellen
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub


