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LETTER TO YASHA IN MY THIRD PERIOD AP LANG CLASS MORNING AFTER THAT GIRL SHE LIKES BLOCKED HER ON INSTAGRAM by Mamie Morgan

There must be something that can fix me, you say, but in sixteen years nothing has. Lexapro, Oleptro, Thiopropazate. Eighth grade, Hal Stoddard chased me into the Rosewood Lane cul­-de­-sac by the butt­ end of his BB gun yelling, C’mon piggy­piggy, open up you whale, while I recited every word that had ever made me […]

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CREATION by Gerardo Pacheco Matus

They made me with bones,
white, yellow, brown & dusty bones,
heavy & hollow, broken & shuttered,

they made me with bones
no one has ever claimed,
bones no one will ever bury…

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ARGUMENT FOR LOVING FROM A DISTANCE by Katie Condon

Raining this morning & the foothills are dusted
with the gray light that comes with bad weather…

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DEAR MISS GONE by Ben Purkert

I’m hardly alone— like most men, I’ll gaze at anything to avoid looking inward. Like a stream reflects what surrounds but never the face of itself. I mean force, I mean— forget it. Let’s cast ourselves into a pond: a still surface standing forever without a break. Let’s freeze at the tipping point when you […]

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HOW I by Melissa Stein

Stupidly. Like a dog, like drought flood, like a vole the hawk lifts screaming to its first and last panoramic. Each want sired want and I was drowning in it— but kept my head just enough above the choking to choke more. A dog, I said, or rat pressing lever unto death. May we all […]

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