Everything, Issue 69, Poetry

sadcore & sleepless by Michael Russell

pause     obsess     rewind porn star Calvin Bankskneeling     leaning back     his hips bounce like a buoycaught in a tidal waveof cock     muscle     curls oh     Calvinwhen you study your reflection     do you worship the striationsin your chest? absthat cut & pushthrough the amniotic sac of your […]

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Everything, Issue 69, Poetry

history of the body by Sophie Choong

wai po falls sick in penang. through her cracked lips she still calls it pulau pinang,a palate bad-breathed, wu wei-harmonied to her language, the estuaries she carries in the seat of her spine pulau for island, for mooned blisters, volcano soresthere is a rhythm to dying bodies. when she bleeds, each scab sculpts a fragile […]

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Everything, Issue 69, Poetry

High Summer by Hua Xi

In high summer, I see lovemost clearly when I’m alone. “Shouldn’t a poet be more romantic?”someone asks me. I ask my heartif it ever thinks of me. This morning, I had breakfast by myselfat the hotel and listened to the lobby pianist. Tourists arrive early to Black Tortoise Park andI thought I saw a couple […]

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Everything, Issue 68, Poetry

Touching by Rachel Tanaka

I let my fingers lie on my bodylike my fingers are a sack of wooden stamps: delicate and foreign and someone else’s.I let my body lie under my fingers like my body is a field of tidepools:jagged, and damp, and a home to many things. I do this over and over: each objectbecoming another object. […]

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Everything, Issue 68, Poetry

begging by Tanya Azari

it’s 2019 so my New Year’s resolution is to only makedecisions on my period. in March it comes hard and fast, twice. all the bills still get paid, the countertopswiped down. i started eating again and now i can’t seem to rid myself of this hunger. i’ve decided i don’t want my life to be […]

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Everything, Issue 68, Poetry

Flood by Khushi Jain

You remind me ofScene from the Great Flood (1826) by Joseph-Désiré CourtFour pairs of handsTerrified, alarmed, hystericalClutching, gasping, yearning No, not youI remind me of this paintingIn your presenceI become the hands Khushi holds a Bachelors in English literature from the University of Delhi, India, and iscurrently pursuing a Masters in Classics from Trinity College, […]

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Everything, Issue 66, Poetry

The Cannibals by Sarah Haeckel

I was abducted by cannibalsLast night in my dreamsThey didn’t eat me, per se, but after I had aMore holistic understanding of cannibalismIn my own damn kitchenSomeone made a joke about Armie HammerAnd I told them offSaid these are real people’s lives.It’s nice to feel like you know where the real people areOn my left […]

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Everything, Issue 66, Poetry

Aubade with Fangs by Maddy Rane

Your brother’s pewter cross / hangs from your neck; / its dim glow / in the bittersweet light /casts a barrier between us. / In ‘Salem’s Lot they used / taped tongue depressors / to wardagainst / ravenous dead. / It seems that fragile now / the way / I’m afraid / to touch you, / […]

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Everything, Issue 66, Poetry

Autobiography by Tan Tzy Jiun

after Tomaž Šalamun’s ‘History’ Tzy Jiun has breasts the size of grapefruits. Her hair curls wantonly. Thickdendrites grow out of heroverstuffed skull, mycorrhizallike the pregnantly moist soil of forests. She has a metal hook in her wombshe cannot stop talking about.Her wet kisses gush thirst,wet as the gills of a trout. She uses tampons instead of […]

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Everything, Issue 65, Poetry

Inkwell Edith by Alex Manebur

Ed has a stench that stings like cinnamon.And still here I am in the November stull,washing our laundry while they watch us. We all sit in on the floor and thread letters through colorful string,“Bitches” “Luv” “Toxic” one bead at I time. I made a few butonly kept the one that said “Howl”. Our pants […]

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Everything, Issue 65, Poetry

Jose Chung’s From Outer Space by Valerie Loveland

Our neighbor upstairs had a party and someone yelled, “YESSS this is my jam!”, asAvril Lavigne’s “Sk8r Boi” came on. He started watching X-Files and we know exactly howmany episodes because we hear the theme song every time he plays one. He walked into our apartment thinking that he was walking into his apartment. All […]

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Everything, Issue 65, Poetry

GRAND PRIX by Joyce Liu

the track tonight, burnt asphalt and heat. the stands, rickety and fullwith ghosts of tomorrow’s morning spectators. you and me,faces pressed against the metal fence, squares of metal leaving grids on our hands. if you squint you can almost see the wall of champions,the carbon fibre smoking in the corner with its packof fellow rejects. […]

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Everything, Reviews + Interviews

Katie Clark Interviews Megan Falley

Megan Falley is in a word: sharp. Her poems have a sting to them that stays and her voice could silence a room. She is water running too hot in the best way. In addition to touring and teaching an online writing course called “Poems That Don’t Suck,” she is the author of three collections of […]

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Everything, Poetry

DISAPPEARING IN BEACON HILL by CHRISTIE WEST

You are    a hitchhiker’s brainwash,    a negative gasmask,    a pair of waiting hands       vacant everywhere       You are a hoarder of ridges,    a concave risk, heartsick and    craving bludgeon exchange    in a room of soundless piano keys, pushed in. Lonely carnivore, with a dirty forehead   a mouth of murder. You beautiful handsaw,    ripping my roots to […]

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BODY SAY WHAT IT FEELS LIKE by CHRISTIE WEST

being touched in a charged body by       accident bounces bones enough to shed dead skin and leave flesh behind to finagle steady breath without a frame       of mind barely attached to a torso dangling out of the car window even if hanging on means swallowing       the one-winged mosquitos or pounding a steak until the vessels […]

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Everything, Poetry

SPLATTER by CHRISTIE WEST

—– Christie West is a 20 yr old junior at Emerson College, where (she / they) created a major in Performance Poetry. She doesn’t care what your parents think of her tattoos. Her favorite things are: cats, bread, and women. Two she’s allergic to, one is out to get her. If she can’t change the […]

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Everything, Poetry

MISDIAL TONE by CHRISTIE WEST

hi you might like the way the moon looks will you go outside and see for yourself put the phone down first open the door then close it take however long you need to make up your mind if you don’t come back before time runs out i won’t blame you doesn’t it look like […]

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Everything, Poetry

COVET by LAUREN MILICI

you kept my amethyst in your jacket / so I put a new piece of citrine in your palm / we sit at the bar & talk about cemeteries / tell me about your father again / talk about New York / that one time you were onstage dripping with blood & your best friend […]

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Everything, Poetry

QUEER (IN RETROSPECT) by AUDREY T. CARROL

15 and she invited me to sleep over at her place minimal adult supervision hours one and two dedicated to mocking a children’s movie because we were not children she let me test drive her violin, first string instrument I ever touched, told me my instinct by way of heritage

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Everything, Poetry

HOOFBEATS by FISAYO ADEYEYE

It’s the talons stabbed and spread through the nervous system that keep the mouse twitching and give it the performance of life. A boy reads the forest floor: A bouquet. A pitying. He reads the horizon: an unkindness.

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Everything, Poetry

GOOD HAIR by JASMINE COMBS

Parts of me are burning in dad’s ashtray. Tuffs of coiled hair engulfed in flame. Clink of hot-comb against stove. Crackle of fire against pomade. The house is smoky with the burning of my hair the flattening into submission the taming of the wild black the Saturday ritual.

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Everything, Poetry

LETTER TO MARYAM by MILLIE GUILLE

I               was        staring  at           a              map when    the        men       came,    measuring the         width    of            Calcutta                with a              thumb  as            they       told        me to            stand     and        led          me         away. The        blindfold              smelt     of            cardamom and        I               remembered     my          mother’s shoe-size             and        the         warmth        of her         body      […]

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Everything, Poetry

MY KENTUCKY/SNAKE SEARCHER by CM KEEHL

I was all need you were out         dog licking wound & ok/ so I’m destroyer all pressure pace move right through mouth & more do you swoon over Camus or coke & cum turn home melted ponder under slither fingers fighting fodder                           what kind of blood am I to you with war zipping hard underneath

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Everything, Poetry

BLOOM by KRISTIN CHANG

I touch myself like a wound & my skin spits up its color like blood. It’s beautiful to feel darkness unattended in the body. To love the backs of our hands, to forget what will end us. I bruise the underside of my tongue

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Everything, Poetry

NOW GO AND LOVE SOME MORE by COCO WILDER

They tasted open to me. Her fingers tasted open as chopped lemons; me squeezing the juice into the cuts until she says stop, it’s okay. Fill me with you instead. And I say, awesome, I’m glad you’ve agreed. Time for me. Then all the smoke blows: I every destination of direction.

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Everything, Poetry

ANXIOUS DIVA by HANNAH KUCHARZAK

Anxious Diva puts me up for ransom. I ask her why I can’t feel my body. She just wanted to smell the cake up close. Who can blame her? Herself orbitless, disappeared? Dress sagging below the knees. Miss Charity wearing a ski mask, no panties.

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Everything, Poetry

TWENTY-FIRST by AMY LAUREN JONES

On the picnic blanket under the oak tree my father turned to me and said: “We hope you always come back here,” where the shade eases the Southern sun on our pale skin, where we sit in favor, and I felt this birthday’s finite weight: the ratio of lie to light, and the brevity of […]

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Everything, Poetry

MALNOURISHED by JACKIE BRAJE

He says things the way spilled milk does, calcium cutting and bone dry, so I cry about it. We stand outside a Mexican diner and an Open sign’s screaming red and blue all over his face as he tells me he needs something more. My

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Everything, Poetry

WARP by RACHANA HEGDE

Teacher asks me to speak, asks me to sigh, asks me to be dramatic & shy (please?). Nobody ever says please. In my mind a crane is shifting and juddering to a halt. I’m the girl sprawled breathless, drawing myself nude.

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Everything, Poetry

HORIZON by JAYY DODD

You will find roads familiar and vacant, daylight obscured by furrowing sky, some congested covering will billow from an apocalyptic breeze. Roadside civilizations will trace piecemeal monuments to all you knew as home. You’ll be passenger to your flesh, and it will guide you, traverse

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