spring 2019
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When the Time Comes
Soothing
Cameron Morse
Across This Body First Generation The Wall Jeni De La O
Tensions
Orange Bottles
Sean Singer
Sophocles
Martin Kippenberger's Bicycle
Charles Kell
I Am Allowed to Break Up With You Amy Kenny
Six Thousand Dollars
Cole Depuy
Terrigenous
Michelle Mitchell-Foust
Against All Odds
Mary Lou Soutar-Hynes
orange socks
there are bad men at the top
Kate LaDew
Sixteen Weeks in the Caribbean Apartment Laura McGavin
Magnetic Resonance
Lisa Mulrooney
Catastrophe that Nearly Brought Down a Plane
Sabyasachi Nag


Soothing
He won’t let it go. Lili and I take turns going in
to soothe and sleep him. She bends
over the crib rail, patting his shoulder
until her back twinges. In the kitchenette, I heat
the water. The bottle warmer crackles.
Its orange satanic light gleams and blinks out
in the dark. Crook of my arm,
Theo writhes, he turns his head away. He writhes.
Head turned, he returns to the crib, reaches
for a whitewashed baluster and raises himself.
Again and again, he raises himself,
reaches and I brush his hand away. His hands
fly to the cage bars. I press them to his chest.
Loom above him in the dark, seething.