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THREE POEMS by Jessica Hincapie
ON THE ONE HAND, IN THE OTHER Sometimes when you are born from an abundance of love you, yourself, do not know the proper ways in which to love. Your house guests are always at odds with your house ghosts. The stairwell constantly littered with tin cans and lynched cats. Obvious death threats, but from…
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THREE POEMS by Alyssa Beckitt
ME TOO I’ve crawled in the deep grooves of man’s thumbprint – My crescent roll smile peaking up over their canyon begging to be devoured. Be nice Mama said, be welcoming – His hand up my skirt, he wore me like a secret trophy behind the glass case of his pupils. I scrape my remains…
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LAUGHTER IS CLOSE by David Rivard
Laughter is close, even if it’s just the schadenfreude of middle-school girls, their juicy, eye-rolling, malicious glee flying down the street (like a tiny pink slug in a pigeon’s beak), hotting up the air—why pretend you can’t hear? Laughter, the only eternity that’s real. Laughter and its toothy lift off, even when toxic. “Save me”…
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