Tag: Issue 4

I bought her a pair of gold earrings that writhe when she walks. / They bring the caramel curve of her neck.

As you probably already know, / I was the only one of my friends to survive / that night. / Sometimes I feel like surviving / was the easy part.

Prickly back tendrils / alert me to your presence / at my bedside. I pull the blanket / up over my shoulder like a lover /
after sex or kissing me / goodnight.

We, the Sorority of the Cloven-Hoofed Foot, / are looking for girls to join us!

Do not give your worries to other people, even if they have the same condition. It may harm them. Keep them in your mouth, a list under your tongue.

Find me a new story to paint / wine-dark, where they comb metaphors / instead of beaches

I love her more than I have poetry for.