The president is shooting holes
Through my bedsheet. Why are
Rose Linke, We are thirsty and we wish for rain
We speak towards proper weather. / Towards knowing the horizon as well as / our heft, our hips.
Becca Yenser, Blue
The president is shooting holes / Through my bedsheet. Why are / you laughing?
1. // A letter you nonchalantly put on the mantel / and forget about. This is sleep…
You. / I am taking to you. / The ones who / Speak evil into the air / Who / Ruin / All…
How to Forget
Ashes are meant for cigarettes, for doused campfires. / When I can’t remember how I got / …
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid… / THE BOOK OF JOB / / / I am not …
We are thirsty and we wish for rain
We are trying to define drought so we look it up in the dictionary. We accidentally look up…
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