father once felt he knew what cars explained with honks. even / while asleep, he made notes of their chatter-boxing
By Albert ThomasYou see stars over my nipples—shoot me— / the cover girl, hands reaching
By Dorothy ChanYou who were baked Alaska melting and no one certain how to salvage the ruin.
By Jess FeldmanWhen I took you / in my hands I tore you up and lost my hope.
By Meghan Maguire DahnYoung men of the age / I’m thinking sit with empty spaces / between them at the movies
By Andrew McKernanYears ago, / I killed a lonely man, and after that, it was // still hard to say I didn't want him.
By Michelle LinJanelle thought meat would be big soon and we couldn’t wait. We wanted the next decade in our throats.
By Karen SkolfieldI think I am weak & without purpose, // your father texts you from the kitchen, sauced up, / after he rolls his heavy body over the loaded
By Joy Priesti'm sorry, we don't have to talk about this girl, not at this party, not at your party, let's play never have i ever given up control
By Tyler MorseIn exchange for three boys they offered three boys / Or maybe it was us who offered
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