issue 11

valentine’s day

poetry

“I am / all fireworks”

“I cue you in: it’s bad news, baby”

“enjambed between city / streets and striding over the borders of the pacific”

“I had missed / all of her previous hands”

“You incise my earlobe + I’m nervous”

“There is no force / Like lust pinning up the evening.”

prose

“Mitchel had snapped his gum and smiled, said simply, ‘Do you remember what the question was?’”

“let me kiss the amber bottle when it’s empty”

“He had been piloting this body his entire life and now, with the touch of a hand, the terms had changed.”

“At the last chime of midnight, the room went dark.”

“Let me be a cliché of a girl for once and admit it”

“There’s something primal about doctors’ offices. Science takes precedence, and the need to be tough fades.”

“This is how it is with very old things.”