she wants to be close to the bird she wants to inhale the secret of flight
Category Archive: Issue Five
The moon fills with uglier moons.
The stars are just fine, and maybe
that’s what really matters
Your body is a resonance chamber,
deep and empty
like a tongueless bell
Estimate the probability that Joe will want to see you again if you choose to go home with him tonight. Show your work
Even silence has a sound, I know. Even when still I can hear my body working, eyelids creasing together, teeth clicking. Inhales, exhales, knuckles cracking
I spend one week a year
for the rest of my life painting rooms
varying blends of beige
We may not live here, but we can kill what does
The problem with stories is they won’t write
themselves
The story will have opened up its overcoat to you,
revealing a lining hung with many mirrors
maraschino cherries dark as gizzard’s hearts
Holiness has a perverse topspin,
a quaint stiffness
that trails us, dragging
I ride streaks of confident abundance, search you in the subjunctive, find you everywhere
a thread of moonlight
sang opal
in your one white hair
look a certain way in order to not look another certain way
a reminder that there is almost nothing, at any
point, separating what’s inside from what’s out