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Becca Yenser



Becca Yenser Becca Yenser is the author of TOO HIGH AND TOO BLUE IN NEW MEXICO (Dancing Girl Press, 2018). She teaches at Wichita State University, where she is fiction editor for Mikrokosmos Literary Journal and columnist for The Sunflower. Her writing appears in Anti-Heroin Chic, Voicemail Poems, Pom Pom Lit, Dostoyevsky Wannabe, The Nervous Breakdown, CHEAP POP, Paper Darts, 1001 Editors, Fanzine, Eclectica Magazine, decomP, HOOT, Entropy, Filter Literary Journal, and Toasted Cheese.

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Dinner
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I boil the bruised artichoke / and later watch him suck / the tender leaves, scraping / his teeth across / the meaty flesh. / Triumphant, he tips /…
The Wetlands
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Our kitchen table is sinking in the middle. / It’s from Wal-Mart and made of cheap vinyl / and was meant for cards, not three years of / cut-rate…
One True Sentence
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The other day I caught a praying mantis in my hand and felt it buck against me like a horse. Later, I held it in a flowered cup and watched it…
Tiny Fists
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Your fiance laughs to himself when he thinks no one is watching. You are watching. You are making dinner in the kitchen with missing walls. You are…
You Guys, I Took Up Smoking Again
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This time with Natives, not my old bougie choice / Of American Spirits. I took up nail polish / In Millennial Pink. I started mixing Sangria / With…
Aliens
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One night I stepped outside my life, / My casita, my blonde wig, my breasts, / my hopes, my scars, my everything, / To look up the stars (sorry,…
Casserole
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One yellow onion almost forgotten / And three sweet potatoes mildewing / From the outside in. A cup of milk / Left on the counter a little too…
Airplane
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I don’t like you, up in that machine / Suspended between lives, mildly drunk. / If I were you, I would watch the wing // Because you are much…
All the Time in the World
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In Wichita, it’s navy blue, / Slow, the city a balloon that / Never pops. Smoke swirls, / Smoke clears, humans capture / The light on the castle…
The Stars In Our Lungs
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There is a monster in my chest, punching // My throat, growling into the wet pillow. / I stuff a towel under the bathroom door, / Turn the water so…
Blue
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I like the blue cold gelcaps, / Blue as an ocean, / If an ocean could be combed clean, / Fat as a beluga whale, no waist, / Nothin’, just a shape…
Wichita, Kansas
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Dark-windowed bars sit on the / Banks of the Arkansas / In the bad part of town, / But roofs sag wherever, I swear. / Maybe it’s January snow / Or…
Being a Girl in America
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You keep a baseball bat in the trunk of your car, // A Honda, a practical maroon mess you bought from / Your parents on a payment plan, / A young…
Anchoring
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I stay inside and listen to a stiff Kansas wind, / The kind that makes you / Wonder how you will die. / You can’t help it, in this colorless…
Barbershop
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My grandmother drinks sake // through her coffin on a cake // of Kansas dirt. In my dreams // she runs a barbershop, // cuts Black hair with giant…
Midlife, Tremulous
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Kingcup, Desert Cholla, Prickly Pear, / Pincushion or Spiny Star Cactus: / I wanted to pull up all the desert plants / From their roots, hairy and…
The Arroyos Are Swallowing Strangers
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Mother is sucking on limes, and / Father consoles an old widow / On a war no one remembers anymore. / I eat a prune filled with blue cheese, /…
Cockroach
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/ I found a cockroach in the sink. / I couldn’t kill it, so I let it struggle. // Hours later I saved it with a paper and a cup. / It wanted to…
Don’t Panic In Albuquerque
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Don’t panic at what the rock is made of, / Just hike it, blissed out, nieve, rosy. / The sonic boom in your ears / Is a massage of locusts,…
Habitat and Diet
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Oil-soaked eggplant, red chile handstand, / Beans, beans, beans. / Fresh tortillas are still just tortillas. / Eggs never meant a thing to me /…
Too High and Too Blue In New Mexico
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Even the outdoor furniture will burn you. Exhibit A: a hot pink rectangle below left kneecap. / The ants eat meat, like the body of a snail, in…
This Is Barlow
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Don’t you want that for me, he says. He is wearing those sandals. He is watching basketball on TV. // Earlier: two bunnies with cotton ball tails,…
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