Category: Issue 17

I strip for tips it’s pits it’s hit or miss you sit unzip and spit on it but it’s a trip my trick? I’ll piss I’ll shit I’ll fist yr dick I’ll lick yr lip till bit by bit yr sick of it I quit at six let’s fix let’s sex be quick who’s next…

ELEPHANT IN THE MIND   You grieve in the bathroom brushing your hair while elephants roam the black sand.   It is August and you love someone. The elephant’s ear, God’s hand.   What’s gone shimmers. Goneness: opal as a tusk.   You hear the flags of the world  shiver every way in the wind, …

DISPATCH FROM AN INHERITED GARDEN I wouldn’t have chosen them—the geranium, the rosemary, the fern—in their terra cotta pots.   They were comfortable on your little brick porch, nurtured by your nicotine-stained hands.  After you died, I brought them to my home thirty miles away so they could wither  out of view of anyone who knew…

Painting by Camille Woods, a working artist based in Austin, Texas. I’m glad my daddy’s wife is not my momma. They say schizophrenia runs in families, and I do not want it.              It’s not like what people think. She’s not, like, all crazy and everything. I mean, she is…