spring 2019
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Physio
Jes Battis
I Am Allowed to Break Up With You Amy Kenny
When the Time Comes
Soothing
Cameron Morse
Across This Body First Generation The Wall Jeni De La O
orange socks
there are bad men at the top
Kate LaDew
Terrigenous
Michelle Mitchell-Foust
Tensions
Orange Bottles
Sean Singer
Sophocles
Martin Kippenberger's Bicycle
Charles Kell
Catastrophe that Nearly Brought Down a Plane
Sabyasachi Nag
Sixteen Weeks in the Caribbean Apartment Laura McGavin
Magnetic Resonance
Lisa Mulrooney
Against All Odds
Mary Lou Soutar-Hynes
Six Thousand Dollars
Cole Depuy
Physio
Trapped in a cabaret for young foxes,
my phone and bone break free. I fall
like I read, closely, perversely, past
decency.
I remember his foot, the fracture. We
were paw-locked otters, denning. Now
it hardly glides, joint or memory. Hang
a fresh IV.
Steam from our little unroofed loves.
The morphine dreams bring back
Toronto. You feel like an unpaid
library fine, but the limb recalls
your touch.
My scar is a subway map. I remember
each stop. Ride it like an Expo Sky-
Train screeching along hopeful tracks.
Circle the neighborhoods that no
one can afford, memory’s house.
I walk back and forth along a blue
mat, holding ski poles. My therapist
calls it walking the plank. Forward
and back, it turns out, is all
there is.