what vanna white sees in her sleep | Chris Campanioni

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I am gradually learning to speak             a          loud     my wants                       into the air                    hey siri pull up                         booty pix since anything that can be called to mind can be

Two Poems | Hailey Gross

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still life with candle in the event that you’ve lost me in the dead / of winter—know i am probably somewhere tryingto stay lost. probably somewhere / in the middle of eating

Two Poems | Kurt David

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High Notes are scarce in “Mooo!” but whatever,Lover and I interpose wobbly E5s, bouncingour sorry titties on his porch. Utter chaos. It rained so long we’d forgottenbare, sun-smooched bellies, cara caraoranges rung

Two Poems | Rodrigo Toscano

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Humanity (a loose brick) Dislodged a brickfrom the cathedralof Salamanca Humanism —that was dodgy— Took that brick homeput it on the mantlestuffed it in the closet —that was freaky— Then took the

Doubting the Enterprise | Brady Brickner-Wood

On the morning of his death, Dumont is late. We don’t blame him—we like Dumont. There’s no denying he has a sweetness to him, an inviting, innocent smile that’s not worth murdering.

Bananas for Stu | C.C. Reid

A few weeks before your wife left you wentferal, showed up to the houses of friendsaround dinner time, and I was out front pulling tearthumbto put in a banana tree I’d traded

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