issue 22

I was watching the day you became a poppy field on fire. I’m love-marked, impenetrable past the rueful mouth of shallow waters. Monkish silence doesn’t fit you, (Not my blue-eyed mirror who makes me ache from missing him) its depths will you leave you heavy and wrapped in plastic. I carry my razor wire hope […]

Drive me drunk in your heart-shaped glasses and we can forget about who we were or when about the hurt we chewed on  the lives we left before we decided to be mindless because thinking Never got us anywhere kind Cross my heart to believe you’re who you never were and you try your best […]

1. I’ve been ghosting since the first grave 2. I found this unopened instructional videotape on how to do some pretty killer karate moves If this is how we fall in love, so be it I’m ready to be kicked in the face with a beam of light 3. The gnostics had a word for […]

For best results, choose a prediction                         damaging fungus                                existing in plain sun hair tangled                             no cosmic                                layer of irony. For best results, close off                   or else walk through the pain             walk there in a day     your blue skirt, hips busting your awkwardness not enough                                   to keep you away.                                     Why did you say                     […]

Once my best friend tripped on acid at 2AM at UC Berkeley with her boyfriend and she saw two black blobs attack each other when in reality some guy beat another guy over the head with a baseball bat and what is that supposed to mean except fuck reality and fuck everything that has to do with […]

sometimes i want you to feel the way i felt as a teenager smoking weed in my closet afraid of being caught but knowing that wasn’t very likely (because my parents never noticed the smell of marijuana smoke) i also want you to keep me in your back pocket where i can sleep for several […]

there’s a flood but it’s inside me. there’s a flood but it’s made mostly of sand. there’s a flood but you wouldn’t have named it that if you’d had the choice. whatever you call it now it’s still a flood. I’m calling you honey baby my sweetest darling and I’m getting flecks of glass all […]

keeping in mind the winter i collect down comforters for frost, asphalt for rush hour, keeping the kettle on to bring flush back to flesh where bone meets bus stop. once pedestrian, i find posture between cumulus and chimney smoke, making an even ascent, like leavened bread. when breath gives way to brinkmanship i will […]