TOO STUPID
Tell me the truth,
I’m shrinking, aren’t I?
She lifts her shirt,
pink bra, white skin.
Her ribs plead escape.
Issue 2 – Fall 2017
BABY’S 1st BEER
my untouched tongue
growing goose bumps
as I learned that touch
isn’t always gentle.
THROUGH A TRAIN WINDOW
I need to stop being other people and stop smiling keenly and strutting around and finding her on the bathroom floor with cheese puffs and forgetting who I am.
Read MoreMOTHER EARTH
“It would be sad to be so blind to your fate.”
Read MoreON SWASTIKAS OUTSIDE THE SYNAGOGUE
when men with swastikas walk past I swear even my blood goes quiet
Read MoreBEHIND THE BLACKBERRY BUSH
We used to joke that there was ink running through our veins instead of blood but I stopped believing that when I watched blood seep out of your body
Read MoreAND ON THE SIXTH DAY
And on the first day, God created light, and she saw that it was good
Read More[INSERT SMILE]
I’m fine…
Read MorePRIVILEGED INFORMATION
“In my defence, you asked for those bruises,” I replied wryly as [REDACTED] curled into me.
Read MoreCONCRETED LOVE
back on cement, maybe this is what they call hitting rock bottom
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