IN MY LAST RELATIONSHIP, I WAS A TELEVISION by HANNAH COHEN

You used to grope weather
forecasts from my throat,

beg me to say “I love you”
with the subtitles on.

and I hoped no children
came from our union,

in fear that I would birth
late-night infomercials

alone. We were thing
and owner,

watching, changing
without a chance.

—–

Hannah Cohen is in her mid-20s, lives in Virginia and is a MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte. She’s also Poetry Editor of Firefly Magazine. Recent publications and forthcoming work include The Tishman Review, Sea Foam Mag, Public Pool, The Shallow Ends, Unlost Journal, and others. She’s on Twitter as @hcohenpoet.

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Founded in 2013, we are a literary journal dedicated to publishing outsider literature. We publish art, poetry, and creative nonfiction from marginalized creators.

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