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I’d Forgive You If I Could Do It Without Hurting Myself
by Lucy Bishop Each time I try to speak, the urge to shout about the past rumbles in the back of my throat, growling Pacing like a tiger in a shrinking cage Trying to compensate, a sort of mental pissing contest between myself and myself. I am going to die in this body And it…
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Eighth Grade
by Catherine Zickgraf We were empty-eyed cinder blocks,ringed keys unlocking the doorknobs. Among junior high’s sleepy congregation,an audience of our class’s generation,only some of us showed up praised and amen-ed. School taught me typing for college essaysand gave me chances to run away. We’d flood from the school at 3:05—but only some return now for…
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Four Poems
by Stephanie Valente The Pontiacin this universe,the guitars are lostskulking under bed sheetswatching rain fallthrough a windowin this universe,we take turnsdriving(almost) endlesslyi love the cari love the privacyurgent intimacyin this universeyou’ll tell meeverythingi’ll learn half-truthswe’ll never get tired I Came Here to Be Alonebaby, i think of youlike Coca-Cola chilling in the fridgeso fondly, like a…