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Rebranding Mom
Harris Sockel
We found ourselves in Kohl’s a few months later. I was home for the holidays, and Mom and I were standing in the women’s department, staring at shelves of bargain business casual.
new snake
Rosalind Margulies
your uncle has a whiteboard on his wall and on it it says TO DO: TELL TERRY YOU LOVE HER. he wrote that you don’t know how many years ago. terry was his girlfriend but she’s dead now
A Similar Solitude
Rachel A.G. Gilman
I swore off intimacy for a long time and tried to replicate the feeling with a heating pad, a body pillow, and a vibrator but ended up most nights just crying in bed with a bottle of vodka.
My Rock and Roll Fantasy: aka My 3 Day Psychotic Break
Andrea Taylor
I felt like a fool in the rain as I sat under the shower head.
How a Would-Be Incel Taught Me That People Can Change
Gwen Kansen
The seductress in my head smiled and said “What else am I not allowed to talk about, Avery?”
But we were just going to be friends.
The Curious Case of Dumbledore, Transplants, and God
Ethan Kahana
When reciting the Ten Plagues in Hebrew, we customarily dip our knives into our wine glass for each plague and set a drop of wine on our dinner plate.
I Love You, Showboat, and I Decline: Healing from Abuse in the Wild West
Amanda Bloom
Showboat said he'd like to take me out sometime. I asked why.
“Because I think you’re attractive, and so we can hang out somewhere other than the coffee trailer,” he said.
It was October, ten
How I Stopped Loving Dave Eggers and Stole Your MFA
Elizabeth Ellen
One morning on McSweeney’s there was an announcement about a new literary festival in Philadelphia organized by Neal Pollack. It was going to be called the 215 Festival (named after the city’s area code) and would feature readings by Dave and Zadie and Matthew Klam and Neal, as well as other young, McSweeney’s type writers.
4 Poems
Kathleen Radigan
Do we keep our husbands’ secrets,
or distribute them like sweets
amongst ourselves?
Getting Oral
Emma Burger
I stand just a couple inches from the mirror in my grandma’s guest bathroom at her house in New Mexico, my breath fogging up the glass. As I brush my teeth, I give myself the once over and tug at the
2023, The Men All Make Pozole
Leslie Anne Mcilroy
For, indeed, posole shows you he can cook. He fancies an air of the quixotic.
He must be a feminist.
This is a Not Love Letter: My Response to Unrequited Confessions
T.A. Morche
This isn’t the first time someone I considered a friend has confessed their love for me.
The Worst Thing About Me
Aiden “A.J.” Brown
I am supposed to call myself a survivor, but honestly I don’t think surviving is what I’ve been doing.
Transcript of a Hypothetical TikTok Cooking Video
Liam E.T. Johnson
Okay guys today I'm going to be making you one of my favorite dishes from childhood with a couple of my own little twists. My mom used to make this all the time and I just love it. It's suuuper
There Was Something Wrong With That Sky
Rita Taryan
While I sucked my husband’s penis he gaped at the sky, to which he exclaimed, “That’s the most orange orange I have ever seen!”
To Play Younger
Elizabeth Burch-Hudson
- A well to do woman hosts an orgy that gets gate crashed by a vanilla couple (I just want to be included).
- A boy is seduced by his ex-girlfriend’s hot mom on the Fourth of July (I’m facing my fear of MILFs).
Bleed the girl out
Emmeline Clein
She wears those sharp button downs, tucked into pants with riding boots, and a blunt bob. Sometimes, even, a tie. Knotting, unknotting, re-knotting in the smudged dorm mirror, how many tries does it take to get right?
Mother Out of Time
Emma Burger
The first fries I had when I was a kid weren’t from McDonald’s but from The Odeon.
Angel
Cameron Darc
The first man is the only one that kills you.
—COLETTE, La Naissance du Jour
Who is Angel? Who am I.
Have you ever loved a mirror?
Laughed, on suicide watch, until Kool-Aid spilled
NOTES FROM THE BLOOD FACTORY, VOL ONE: SETTING UP THE BUTCHER SHOP
Frank Reardon
What most people don’t know is that most of your town butchers are on some kind of pill, powder, or liquid, to get them through the day.
The Anti-Vegas Vegas Blues
John Yohe
I
am the only man to come to Las Vegas w/an ex-gf and not fuck her—arriving two nights early on my own to hike up in
Molly and I Always Went To the Fancy Taco Bell in East Waterbury Instead of the Shitty One Downtown
Cash Compson
The summer she was without anyone
and I had just left the other girl
in Jersey City,
Molly and I kissed at her house. We were adults
who lived with our parents. She seemed like
For Jodi
E.B. Griffin
He was too poor to erect an everlasting monument in her likeness, all he could afford were words.
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Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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