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...
Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure We walked towards his dorm and stood near the entrance, silent. His hands touched my face, slowly going down my neck and shoulders. Then he stopped and butted his forehead against mine, looking at me. I looked right...
