It was a surprise to discover my body, collapsed like a bridge, / but still beautiful, still wet with snow.
By Catherine Pond“She bends to pick up the envelope, and something about the elongation of her right thigh makes Sarah Wheeler pause."
By Nellie HermannWinter siphons this cigarette out / an attic window, and heat I don’t pay for follows / almost as an afterthought — sorry.
By Andrew Dally"They tell me that I waited in another room with the babysitter until my father made it home to the body."
By Laura Herbek"These Silicon Valley firms sometimes self-destruct, I am discovering, much like supernovae."
By Linda BoroffThe rental gear's here suss it / All out snare crack bass thunk / Pick squeal how does it feel / To be so far from home each
By Harold Whit Williams"That beak dips down onto my shirtsleeve, once, twice, three times. He’s drinking my shirt."
By Amy GottfriedA spider dangles from under the airless, / rusted green radiator. / When I swing my hand across it, its string // sticks to my skin. It looks at
By Daniel Kraines"Sometimes, the nice young man from that other TV show on the same cable network comes by."
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