By Katie Condon
I am a child convinced I am a worm.
This alarms people.
I am given a rosary
to guide me. Told I am…
This alarms people.
I am given a rosary
to guide me. Told I am…
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- By Sanam SheriffThese days, freedom
means: no shame.
What she calls
your cock rises
at its name, invisible
as wind… - By Mayda Alexandra del ValleI was the girl who worked behind the counter at the skate shop. Never stepped on a skateboard, but could…
- By Anne Halsey1. Recent death of mother, keeps house for old father.
- By Anne HalseyA professional woman
twenty-seven years old
is a state of mind.
Three or four years’
preparation for self… - By Courtney Conradone of twelve, your sisters’ favorite
and nightmare. Your forearm, an interceptor
for knives aimed at … - By Safiya Kamaria Kinshasashe continued to soar past the jerk barrels and carcasses of Sainsbury’s shopping bags, even the thickest…
- By Malika Bookeri.
But Noah found grace in the eyes of the lord
and thus formed the habit of my non-naming,
there … - By Danez Smithsaid short: i feel more like a stud. said
with some nuance: as if i came to
masculinity through the women… - By Carson Wolfestuck between two Texans
who can’t believe I don’t know
how blockchain works.
I am always around men
who… - By Asha Futtermanmy job used to be teaching a machine
to recognize complaints filed against police officers
that contained… - By Shizuka Omoriやましさが案山子のように立っているからだを抜けてくるのか歌は
触れることは届くことではないのだがてのひらに蛾を移して遊ぶ
後ずさりできぬ鳥たち 二人称をずたずたにする夕焼けだった
皆殺しの〈皆〉に女はふくま… - By Ann-Margaret LimHolding his stare in mine, I flip the bird
at a grown man
on a stool in front of the street bar
on the … - By Rochelle Hurt[all my exes agree i’m too sensitive. inside i’m keeping track of slights on one long receipt, a diaristic…
- By Jesse NathanGoing to the Russian bathhouse on Innes
to lie naked on a shelf in the steam
while the hatted man
swanning… - By Mona ArshiWhen I was thirteen and dumb as bark and
married to a king and looked into mirrors
my mouth unwatchable… - By Shizuka OmoriTranslated By Yuki TanakaGuilt
is emptied out of a body
that stands
like a scarecrow—
is that what a poem is?
Touching is different… - By Mitchell GlazierStiletto melon collies, a tinsel mystic streaks our homeplace.
Lantern flies triple from the sleeping… - By Sasha PearlI’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil… - By Stefania GomezIn the sunless hour before day I hear the man I want
to love just how I’d want him. He’ll never let a…