by Kristina Krumova with it you can write a poem on my belly and if you don’t like it you can wipe it off with your hand with a dress a sheet or you can leave it to drip down slowly until the words lose their meaning You can leave it to dry up there … Continue reading A Banal Provocation But With A Flavor of Ripe Pears
I have no time by Rebecca Ruth Gould
to cover up and correct the unfortunate crack in the window that exposes my nude body. Sorry, construction worker, You’ll have to control your gaze. This is my home.
I will enjoy my nakedness
any way I please.
by Lena Ziegler & Find you murky inside my skin rattling loose splinters from my tongue a rot within this ghost breathing through the letters of your face a name that rhymes sweet forgiveness & I sense a tingle in your brain a tickle asking for the cure you’ve been the wild burn of forest … Continue reading Moonlight & Famine
by Lena Ziegler and I want someone to notice my skin sewn crooked from patches of light I know women embarrassed to be naked in the presence of no one no one a self they have selved into being I know a man whose bones linger exposed whose muscles tense when touched I know a … Continue reading In Ohio There Is a Window Always Open
by Glen Armstrong My body is here again. It doesn’t want to be. I’m angry at my clothing. I feel unbalanced when I watch movies about people starting over in new towns. My body has been to Detroit. It’s best to say that danger isn’t dangerous. I’m angry that the sensuous yet pragmatic shape of … Continue reading If My Name Were a Verb