"She guessed that’s what love was--making each other feel bad on purpose and then being sorry about it."
By Rhianna ReinmuthWe felt dangerous // like cowboys trying to swagger with legs / wrapped up in garbage bags and electrical tape / to keep out the ice-melt. The road
By Hilary Vaughn Dobel"Without the benefit of the diagram, you might just start clapping, creating tiny explosions that spread myriad pustules of anti-bacterial hand soap all over..."
By Doug WeaverThrow a ring, win a fish. I have so much to say / about wild animals.
By Talin Tahajian"What would it be like to fuck a man who finds such horrors beautiful?"
By Jonathan Papernickand your mother comes to visit / and she says honey you look so / thin you thin thing / you thin wet thing
By Krystin Gollihue"The child-sized foundation will shudder at the feel of your fingertips on its spine."
By Betty Capotit’s almost too late / I keep thinking but / for what I’m not sure / having woken repeatedly / in the night with / the pitiful coughing
By MRB Chelko"Hopefully, his new girlfriend’s towels were cheap and smelled of mildew."
By Tera Joy ColeOn the seat behind her an old woman tells the story of her long affair with a man named Vidic. He’s dead now. The man from somewhere else.
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