If You Wash It, You Can Have It Listen. At my corner store they have a deal: two dollars for twenty ounces of iced coffee. I want your lips around my straw — I mean I want ten ounces between the two of us. We can meet our friends for happy hour, at a garage-door joint where the light streams in as the sun goes down, so bright I can trace the curve of your eyelashes on the wall until it’s night, and I want our shadows overlapping — I mean it’s getting late, so come over. The fridge is stocked. I want your hands on my knife, the garlic minced, the onions chopped, the red pepper sliced the width of your pinky. You’re welcome here. I have a soft bed and a confession for you: my favorite sweater is made of wool and years ago I shrunk another down until it couldn’t hold me. I want you to hold me— I mean if you wash it, you can have it.
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
Logan Elizabeth Craig (she/they) is a sextuple gemini in Chattanooga, TN training to be your boyfriend’s therapist. Most of her poetry can be found in screenshots she’s sent in her friends’ group chats, but a few can also be found in Sonder Travel Magazine. Find them occasionally on instagram and twitter: @loganelizabethc.
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