Citrus is my only home To bite into an orange is not the same as to cut into an orange is not the same as to pick the orange Ask my father, he knows [...]
“if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.” “if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.”
THEM TOO I cannot take what isn’t a gift. Socket, Stiff dance, misdeed, a half intelligible embrace. Mistakenly, see what we have made. The wind Piles into sonorous, explicit columns. Just as we were [...]
But of course I cannot be every / body for you, you cannot be every / body for me; souls are slippery like minnows, they have no fleshy handles, there is nothing to hold to pull your soul deeper inside
If I could be seen as a force instead of an object instead of a hobby, if I could just do without having to be seen, or if it didn’t matter to me at all, I could be invincible.
Self-Portrait with Tapestry and Severed Tongue The chasm of my empty mouth, a chalice flower gaping open in the dark. Was I guilty in this? Left alone ...........with him [...]
Anxious Diva tells me I’ve lost what’s fun about me. She says I’m flatter than death. Diva, help me cut these onions, help me feel arrhythmia, tell me how alive I want to be.
WE ARE BURYING THE HATCHET we are having a funeral for The Hatchet all The Hatchet's friends and family will be there we'll sing all The Hatchet's favorite songs someone will say The Hatchet was [...]
Triptych with Missing Limb 1 the overweight cannibals feed every fortnight the children frolic on our scalps this knocking is not a verb this silverware dances to get our attention the women come trotting [...]
. Claire Marie Stancek is the author of MOUTHS (Noemi Press, 2017). With Lyn Hejinian and Jane Gregory, she is co-editor and co-founder of Nion Editions, a chapbook press. With Daniel Benjamin, she co-edited an anthology [...]
. . Candace Williams is a black queer nerd living a double life. By day, she's a middle school humanities teacher and robotics coach. By night and subway ride, she's a poet. Her poetry has appeared in Hyperallergic, [...]
Mealtime Love something tender, chewy, broken in. Translates to ache without border, expectation blooming to fit the space it’s assigned. Her name is overcooked. Say it anyway: bright, memorised, some kind of holy. [...]
Polarized Thinking Sometimes I think Therapist is God even though her name is Lisa. God would want to hear about a real experience: Biggie’s 80s night, two drunk girls kissing. Lisa wants to talk [...]
frogs of lead who bust up your skinny lip by agreement, the paradisiac fields excised, the empty spaces removed from our carapace. a better future for the region. international niceness studies. shuffle up, smaller fry, [...]
Inspiration: Fat We enjoy a woman Who withers Her roadkill eyes woozy Amethyst druzy cunt Thighs so small They ignore each other Share no secrets It takes practice To ignore the obsidian Fist [...]