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 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...
Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure I spoon feed you sweetness when you’re weak & overworked. I don’t mind as long as you spoon me in the soft glow of dawn, yellow light on the skin of dreams. Skin to skin is how I’m nourished, how bones &...
