Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure Swallow the sun with me and the heat between your ribcage will settle betwixt strewn apart thigh as you shudder, eyes flutter indecently. I stifle the urge to whip out a polaroid to capture the sharp inhale you take...
Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure painful childhood of neglect, abandonment, stealing the last remnant of my Indianness, alcohol woman breezed back to the rez twenty-two winters later without warning, dropping by my trailer gifting me with expensive...
Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure This body needs a biscuit Every now and then The kind that sits in Tongue memory The kind of biscuit Rolled by a Black woman Whose hands healed Peppermint candy unraveling loudly Retrieved from a black purse Snap shut...
Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure I smile, but sometimes your words fill too much space in my phone, making me think you’re afraid of the void, the empty screen, of being in a room alone. I recognize this fear. I’ve been in that room wishing away...
Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure Because the first draft was every poet’s name. And the second draft was a letter to only one of you. But inevitably everyone else double parked between each bar. So i threw out the paper like i throw poetry collections...
Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure Listen to Cleo perform “The Whore Poem” while you read along! The Whore Poem My body looks best when it’s bent. I get it from my mother, a Midwestern baby boomer, a proper woman who scrubbed herself clean...
