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Nodding off in front of a comicbook robin stretched across several panels, Darius upgazes me in my fantasy lake dress.

Olivia Cronk

Nodding off in front of a comicbook robin stretched across several panels, Darius upgazes me in my fantasy lake dress.

 

 

I am completely desired and completely alien

I have dragged my child along my knee while tracing letters on my knee

I have felt final skin in the tall grass of pretend

 

 

yellow spilled across

Amor Fati

Molly Minturn

So I’ve done it now

I am the girl alone in the woods.

 

The horse ran away

and I didn’t cry.

 

I can play Beethoven loud as I want,

mournful Beethoven to deaf trees.

 

I like the way

[ ____ ]

Samuel Amadon

Out in the bitter blue over the vacant street

The night before into morning as it filled

With news of what we’d known as we slept

Now written out. A fact we met, we meet still.

I went with Lizzie through the day, in a state,

Passing supermarket strangers, one two three,

Sub-zero

Catherine Pond

Snow flanks the street, shoveled in piles higher than my head. It was the winter

of lost gloves and ear infections, of iced-over porch parties, of long-johns.

 

I lived with four girls. In the photo, my nails are Pepto pink, and the girls gather

around me, faces blurry in the frame. I remember the smell of their perfume—

 

Earth usually has more than one moon, study suggests

Talin Tahajian

When the last stellar-studded gown swept across the whole

bleeding world, I cried. The pearly night ate me up. Marveling,

you ask, What is it like, living in the larval object? I used to know­—

the same goes for our sloshing planet. Now, I forget most things.

The darkness is round and white. It has become glorious and full.

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