Things I Tell the Mermaid by Keith J. Powell
I wasn’t drowning when you heard me calling out, I was swimming. Those were yawps of exhilaration. My ex didn’t throw me overboard, we mutually agreed I’d dive into the Pacific.
She Would Hate All This Publicity by Louella Lester
Brown eyes. She’s the one who’s difficult to find in a photo, as though she’s been practicing to avoid this all her life.
Everything is Fine and no one is Drowning by Tommy Dean
They came for us on a goddamn Tuesday. Our streets were underwater. An epic flood that led them to us on black boats, lights flashing sirens silent to respect the dead.
Get Your Authentic Stardust Here by JP Relph
The night the sky cracked, I was sprawled on the hood of my car beside that good-for-nothing boy, naming constellations, ignoring his fingers on my neck.
Cleave by Olga Dermott-Bond
Before anything else, the mottled smell of blood and sawdust from across the street.