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Issue 81
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Michael Bazzett
- Lana Bella
- Nancy Bryan
- Lauren Camp
- Cyrus Cassells
- Lucia Cherciu
- Richie Hofmann
- Juleen Eun Sun Johnson
- Rebecca Lehmann
- Greg Maddigan
- Marilyn McCabe
- Dunya Mikhail
- Alex Miller
- Julia Anna Morrison
- Jeremy Radin
- Supritha Rajan
- Nicholas Reading
- Brad Trumpfheller
- Kara Van De Graaf
- J. S. Westbrook
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FICTION
Issue > Poetry
Bad Want
I stand in my new kitchen,
my figure a soft blur against monochrome steel,
and I lick burnt sugar
from a spoon.
I don't allow myself much
that is sweet anymore.
Every day I wake and train
to a schedule because I believe
my body can predict it, will purr
against its rigidity.
I want
to preserve you, body, save you
from yourself and all the bad
want you let stir within me—
the stain of caramel on my teeth, drowsy pull
of too much sleep, the hips
of an almost-stranger beneath
my ass.
All my good
intentions.
You always win.
Though in the end, it is really
you who I need.
You
who will carry me to the next world.
Clarity
For a week after you left me
I became a translucent version
of myself,
like a silhouette
glimpsed through
a white shōji door.
And for a brief blur I let
my eyes cut through
my own center,
not the organs
or soft machinery, but deeper
past the ego stitching me
together, past the clean face
I give to all the others,
down
into the delicate layers
of shame and grief, pressed
together like sheets
of paper. A place
I told you I would open
only to you.
Across
the street I watch
a young woman washing dishes
through the window,
stack the clean
plates then hand them
to someone
I can't see. I am sorry.
I cannot give you what I promised.