A Late Sukkah
Listen the little letters click like / silver balls of a Newton’s cradle…
My Mother’s Second Husband
His nose and ears were raw with cold when he laid the dog in the ground.
Realized I needed to rob a convenience store / Like the first time anyone chased me with a knife
I am not the prey, broken rabbit / that broke your teeth
Online Dating Profile
A user called Assfork writes, How are you, / I’m Billy. I don’t reply.
If You Should Have Come Over
I could’ve hugged you, sugar-shirt, given you a lucid round lollipop
I like hairy dudes but ick / he was like fiber optics, man
And though I know it occurred, I do not recall my life before having seen the film Road House.
C. F. Sibley
xi (See parer)
the silver divided me / into neat triangles, your willowy fingers parting me / like color from a fruit
I want her heart to beat / its peril with a small switch / the cannon, let loose / on fatality’s bare ass.
Noah Eli Gordon
either way you’ll wake up in static / which is like falling asleep in snow
Dead of Winter
the jar of / honey on / the window- / sill catches / nothing
Dena Rash Guzman
Back the Hell Away from My Blood Hut, Joseph
the Cosmic Wheel / makes me to flower, and through / cold & through heat I menstruate.
Tiah Lindner Raphael
The Inheritance of Daughters
There with the prairie thumbed open / like a Bible’s thick pages, her skin was my skin
Lou ThReed: The Obituary Lives On
we lose one / of the true acting grates here.
All the children bleed. / Their mouths are juicy wolves.
Poets who Choked Themselves with Plastic Bags
A bullet in the night that touched my childhood face / and never came back.
Emily Kendal Frey
YOU WILL LOSE EVERYTHING
The myth of a sparrow in a bucket / rotting in ecstasy
Robert Duncan Gray
FOUR UNINTERRUPTED MINUTES STARING AT BIRDS
This morning I am a young man / bleeding from the mouth
Nathan Wade Carter
Please Love Your Aging Face
Please delete the shitting things that want to come out of your mouth.
It Was a Long Night, But I Did Not Build a Fire
Sitting on a rock, I considered having an idea. / The moon did a quick move through the sky
________________ de rigeur
Mouth open, she stuffs herself into shadow, masking the unstable.
The body in its hyperthemesia
Body the / mix of its own order alert. Me / drawing you the body off / in this direction.
Sally Delehant Haertl
sure I thought of me. / immunized, / collared, / we colored the apple.
We have been locked in an airtight canister / and shot into space.
Name everything in your mystic bestiary / Elusive as palaces, each of these blond kids in hoodies.
She bites into her sandwich that does not bite back but drops a glop of mayonnaise
Kyle John Crawford
Seeing for us touchers / in the dark makes do. I love / momentarily.
The Sunset Wheels Hot Highway
it’s got me rockin – / wheels tearing up the cosmic / tunnel burnt cotton stuck clouds
The History of Dairy Queen
1939: Hitler invades Poland. / 1940: First Dairy Queen® store opens in Joliet, Illinois.
i wondered if i could smell risk maybe it smelled like old marmalade.
the tall grass
in the dark night i shoot coyotes with northern lights from my eyes in 8mm film clips
Inside Amy Schumer, Episode 103: A Porn Star is Born
Date night: restaurant, chitchat, cork service, / deal breaker—boyfriend: I have AIDS
joan naviyuk kane
Update on Joan
On a journey away she meets no hindrance / save a discontinuous thicket of alders
Rocks came alive / when McGaferty applied / a tiny magnet to the blood.
Dena Rash Guzman
Am I a Barbarian, Joseph?
Before humans, what did moths / harass at night?
Scott La Rock
I jump from an airplane with only a sample-sized shampoo bottle of Pert Plus.
Paint up my body in grease.
Do you want to be her or do you want to be with her. I want to go back and hibernate inside her.
Let’s touch / our playthings / & fly to / the incurable
Be all of one day without divisions.
Trace William Cowen
You’re writing for the / wrong side / A lawn chair on the / front lines
Driving to Fred Meyer
Trees on fire make / me homesick / for myself
I Take You Where I Find You
I hope it means / Everything when I describe / My core by your gradation–an orange / Bruised sky.
Because we slipped off the steep / margin of hope, and took a brief ride in the / ambulance of superstition.
Maybe you were born with skin / that stung with the rain.
A Polite History
It was not that the badger, with his / small breakable nose, tolerated the cruelty / of such a struggle
IF IT TURNS OUT YOU FORGET TO SAY ANYTHING
It is the best thing that has ever happened. It is not / like a tiny gold monkey-wrench thrown / down a hallway.
The cave begs you to yell the right things into it / and the dentist’s chair of the mind doesn’t oblige
Noah Eli Gordon
A Poem for White Policemen (and White Poets)
and when to you the moon / sitting there just so just so / stunningly quiet knocks and knocks
[ YOU AND I ] / [ THE BALLAD OF ROLLO AND EINAR ]
Light shines from a peach and that is pure sugar light.
Burning Sugar Cane–Honolulu
I bring my friends, / we ride and douse cane. Do a second / loop through, this time throwing flame.
hyena love in the animal kingdom
you are a hyena in my hut in the dark crushing bones crushing me into a fine powder for women to wear upon their faces
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