Goslings Next time, we will remember to get an early start and when the day fades, we will remember what we looked like early morning long necked women with our hair piled to fluff and our babies not yet vicious and their baby teeth falling out slow and deliberate like suicide divers or the sewer rats we mistake for magical sea creatures in the canal when we are trying to see the best in things and I am trying my best not to fall out of love with you. When we kiss, I can taste ocean pollution like salt and spoiled fruit and I get angry that what you give me isn’t so clearly good anymore. We are the closest to the way things were when I tell you that love is complicated when I explain that I am not scared of geese, I am scared their anger will make me hurt them and you see my shoe in the sternum of their floating riverboat bodies without me having to say it. We know this is not love, and when we pass or can't bear to pass the things that were once not vicious yet we know we have wasted another day pretending things are what they once were and neither of us can bear to say it.
Whale Culture Matriarchal the males of the species suck in the small indecencies of the ocean they go to school and study krill and the killing of fish insects their wives are the ones who moan come home from a day of belly work and beaching and exhale water into the mouths of their submissive lovers they make love on their backs they are as gentle as they were taught to be by their mothers who did not teach them to be gentle enough and the males of the species know that cumming hurts female whales fuck to reproduce and for pleasure and to replicate a whale society which has brought them so much pleasure they are inclined to reproduce male whales fuck and sometimes suffocate on the only liquid they have been told they should be able to breathe
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Andie Klarin is a queer Jewish poet. Their most recent work has been published in Chaotic Merge: The Identity Zine and Revolute vol.3., and in the November 2022 issue of Harpur Palate. You can find them on Twitter @Andie_Klarin, @andieklarin on Instagram, or in real life somewhere in the woods.