Issue #17

Christina Milletti

A Multiplication of Tensions There are two babies. One is big. The other small. One is loud. The other mild. One sleeps. The other does not. The wakeful baby stirs the sleepy baby. So both babies never sleep. Soon, the…
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Jennifer Natalya Fink

A Mischief I Every time I see you I bleed. Not the optimistic red of love newly born. More oil spill. Menstrual cramp. Black porridge. Let’s zoom in. Detail: woman on bed, on back, being thrusted into— note the tortured…
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George Looney

Work Done on the Flesh A cave-in one county over keeps me up.  The late news has live cameras at the entrance where men come out, coughing up clouds of dust that shroud their faces and shimmer in the stark…
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Carol Guess & Rochelle Hurt

Noncompliant You greet me with an accumulation of slaps, thin broken red line: we both want this. There’s no con and no man. I said don’t leave marks. They will know who I belong to. I said don’t stop to…
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Aurelie Sheehan

Monster I am lonely, so lonely that I go to the store to buy lemonade and when l see you at the register I say, hubba hubba, sweet lady, and you say [shriek]. This isn’t helping at all, this whole,…
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