issue 5, pg 20
"sunlight nudges us awake to the riot"

In the Summer of 2020, My Sister and I Avoid Television

"poetry breaks through dirt and
waves gently in the morning wind like
a banner to the still-loved living"

After the Death of Traditional Agriculture, Earthworms are Repurposed

"The current's purple thrumming snaps across my tongue. 
Then nothing."


The Katabasis Motif

The God Tracker

"I try to think through the post-op haze 
about angels and saints—about martyrdom."

Spin the Bottle

"One thing I've learned is that people will let you say anything if you do it right."

Any Auditory Experience

"Almost gnat-like—this annoyance of flesh, this cicada sound between bones. A summer thrumming before the storm—gentle June warning"

How Would You Rate Your Pain?

"Honk if you think I’m so beautiful you want to pull me out of this car and kiss me at the intersection of Cherry Hill and Outer Drive"

Bumper Sticker

"You close your eyes and all you know is popsicle—balmy juice thick as blood and sugary enough to sing in your teeth. You do not know that in four weeks you will come back to this hospital"

The Popsicle Is Not A Metaphor

"Perfection can be measured against any
open mouth. All things must fall in
or outside that holy O. For example: you
either kiss her or you don’t."

Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI)

"They asked me to witness this; only one

mistake/miscalculation/misfiring"

Shotgun Wedding

"Fuck the men who tossed my suffering aside. 
Waterhouse, Shakespeare, Millais, You."

Ophelia

"They smear brush, blear grass, bleat 
brass beaks. Their furor rouses the aroma 
of autumn"

Max Gillette

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