spring 2019
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Terrigenous
Michelle Mitchell-Foust
orange socks
there are bad men at the top
Kate LaDew
Across This Body First Generation The Wall Jeni De La O
Six Thousand Dollars
Cole Depuy
I Am Allowed to Break Up With You Amy Kenny
Catastrophe that Nearly Brought Down a Plane
Sabyasachi Nag
When the Time Comes
Soothing
Cameron Morse
Tensions
Orange Bottles
Sean Singer
Sixteen Weeks in the Caribbean Apartment Laura McGavin
Against All Odds
Mary Lou Soutar-Hynes
Magnetic Resonance
Lisa Mulrooney
Sophocles
Martin Kippenberger's Bicycle
Charles Kell
Martin Kippenberger’s Bicycle
The pillbox, the rose, the search lights.
The hat blows away
& the rusty chain lies taut
strangling the places that turn small
wheels.
I was dope sick once, in a strange city.
Some curious passersby stopped
& with a gold tube of lipstick
drew a red outline around my shadow.
One camera snapped the famous
image, more flesh, a steel box,
framed in her vertical sarcophagus,
tiny & straight & not moving.
I—or the shape I was at this second—
writhed. The portico of light
crashed against my inner eyelid.
It was night, but not real night.