by Ramiro Valdes
You grasp the back
Of my neck,
And pluck trenches
Out of my vertebrae
For your fingers
To sleep in. You root
Yourself in me,
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by Ramiro Valdes
You grasp the back
Of my neck,
And pluck trenches
Out of my vertebrae
For your fingers
To sleep in. You root
Yourself in me,
Continue reading
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by Matt Bearden
It should be dehydrated now,
at least enough to not make a mess
on the floor. Still, it hangs
in the corner like a cocoon. Continue reading
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by Erin Matheson Ritchie
Michelle divorces her husband and passes
a decidual cast the same week, her body
expelling eight years’ entropy with a vise grip
cramp more painful than the split. Continue reading
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by Elianna Genevieve
here’s savannah bay, the apple-pink
mooring ball, the great bear spinning above us
eleven-hundred miles to the woman in the panhandle house
your steadfast wife and her arrow of a heart Continue reading
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by AJ Bergmann
“We got married in a fever.”
– Johnny Cash and June Carter, “Jackson”
No fantasy possesses the same
simple elegance as elsewhere.
I part my hair different ways
despite my plans to go nowhere,
see no one but myself Continue reading
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