Includes Poetry Cram Volumes 1 through 13. 

Poetry Cram: The Ultimate Chicago Poetry Anthology

Drop #1111 – Location: In a fruitcake at a midpoint wrapped loosely in a departure.

He’d collected a drop in which he himself had acted with unforgivable cruelty; this drop might’ve been his own. He couldn’t remember.

The Drop (Remix)

Drawing the male gaze like walking through a fresh pile of shit, quick and unexpected, no matter how much you drag your foot on the ground, through the grass, when the fecal matter gone, the stench stays with you. My crime: I walked past a man [...]

the privilege of size

He paused. The silence between us, canyon sized and deafening. I heard the gravel as his throat cleared. I inquired again about marriage services and access to the chapel. 

June 4th, 2010

Juice erupted with laughter while I lay on the ground with my pride strewn about in the grass. I was under my mother’s watchful eye, always, but a lifetime away from her embrace. Heaven was like that, distant and close.

C_RTWH_ _L

Later, her mother insisted that she wear the pleated dress, which meant she’d have to wear tights, dress shoes, and stay up long enough for her hair to be sectioned and fitted with plastic rollers. And she hated rollers.

Jasminum McMullen

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