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 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...
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 after Willie Perdomo burning so hot & for forever & everyone’s shimmering. I’m saying, when the world warms so much it melts the seams. Even in post-ice; when summer is matter of fact. the small shops...
