How many times a day do I have to see your butt crack when you jam your bags in my overhead bins? Why so much …
Love Song to My Snooze Button by Rowe Carenen Copeland
We’ve taken to sleeping with open windows curtains tied back by too-small belts and the pulled sash from an old bathrobe. Cats curl deep by …
No Title by Chelsea Coreen
When my itch for you surfaced like a drowned rat in a swimming pool, I took the plea bargain. Spent the whole summer upstate. Fly-fishing …
Sinkholes of Emptiness by Mariah E. Wilson
I don’t have scars I have holes, gaping craters where love used to be. Grand canyons of loss as friends vanished into memory. Life was …
Men by Robyn Bateman
I finger a cut in my lip. When they kiss me, my tongue splits like two snakes desperate to leave my mouth. Is this …
Bone Meal by Jamie Uy
Loving is a muscle you can tire. It’s a chore that loses its luster within a week of acquiring the garden shed. After the champagne …
Magnificent by Katie Porter
Mine into mountains and make them empty. Create stone castles for your kingdom, they will cease to exist. Create gardens filled with reflecting pools, herbs, …
Inside My Head by Lauren Drop
Inside my head, there is a poem. But for the life of me I can’t seem to get it out. I’ve tried pencils, pens, …
Northbound by Rowe Carenen Copeland
I found a bejeweled iPhone on what used to be my dining room table, now his desk. In our house. His house. I want to …