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poetry

a coming of age story

this song we weave to put fear to sleep

by

Emily Moon

The sweet of IS and AM and SHE and ME

I would sculpt my vagina flowering / from the patriarch’s mural I’d been etched in

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Helen Wing

The Seventh Column

one hears the distant hum / of a city in pain.

by

Claudia Wysocky

perception process interfacing

im like spaghetti towers & im like / spaghetti-test-culling the spaghetti towers.

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Jack Snyder

I Don't Go To Church But Church Comes To Me

This is the throat for singing

by

Elizabeth Gade

Necropolis

hand over your cocaine insignia, / hand over the descent of matriarch

by

Dorothy Lune

Quickly

This is how I want to devour you;

by

Jam Chookaew

Echidna

Now that I've cleared the detritus

by

Helen Robertson

Water

sever the binds of my life for a simpler spell

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Marianne Agnes

Yassification

gas me up and hit / the slay button, mama!

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Ava O'Malley

Flesh Elegy

Imagine yourself a mallet: / thwacking the intimate meat tender.

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Jacob R. Benavides

The Germ

Miasmic, I strip the linen from the / lack

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Jacob R. Benavides

Elegy For The Husband I'll Never Have

I wanted you like weapon, husband.

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Elle Warren

Same Time Tomorrow

A silver fence hums somewhere in the distance, / cutting us to ribbons if we reach too long

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Micah Scheff

Where Home is A Bear Trap and I Am the Innocent Foot

There is comfort in compiling miseries.

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Cara Morgan

Mother Murder

even as a dream creature, this woman will kill me

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Cara Morgan

the monster in my bed

the kind words of a trusted man (or so you thought)

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Luna Ferguson

Looking for Sunlight

grind / my face / into the dirt / and scream,

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Lauren Mann

MAN AND FISH

proud of your prize / as you shoved your stick / through my stomach

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Lauren Mann

Fish-fingered

I must confess, I made love to that fish,

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Brittany Davis

Doe, Jane

Wipe off the lipstick stain, mod pink / on a cheek in the morgue.

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Sydney Cox

(Un)faithful and Cosmic Hunger

I am at a house party with Jesus, and we are playing pong.

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