Lungs are 83% water, and my eyes are green and blue— I am full of drowning. • How many times have I came up for air where there wasn’t any?— yet I survived because I already had a single toe dipped in a calmer tomorrow. • This morning I stepped into the shower; let the […]
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I found my hand in another’s pocket and cursed myself as a fraud until I learned every poet unwittingly steals exclamation marks to grind into their verse. You can spot such imposters by our legs, two, our hands, two, our eyes, always searching, searching, wide awake at four a.m. pawing through our Shakespeare to find […]
Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping. ― Oscar Wilde There are no good synonyms for soft. We don’t want to be subtle or restrained. We want to press our fingers into a pillow of skin. We don’t want veiled boys or ill-defined glam. We don’t want faint glam but we might enjoy […]
I think I would probably die without my eyeliner, but besides that I’m pretty basic. Avril Lavigne 1. Every makeup kit needs a box of matches. 2. The desire to burn is human. 3. That smolder / she’s smokin hot / hot / flaming / steaming / smoke it out / smoke it up / […]
HE/HIM/HIS Everyone is female and everyone hates it. -Andrea Long Chu I like these pronouns best when I’m wearing a full-face of makeup. I’ve spent too long trying to demonstrate and not enough time contorting. The only thing I’m sure about is that makeup isn’t a lie. It’s the only thing stable. I’m scared of […]
I did it, yes, I committed the one crime no one forgives. Believe me when I say that I tried not to. But I did it. I confess. And even now I find it hard to name my crime: I grew old. Joshua McKinney’s most recent collection of poetry is Small Sillion (Parlor Press 2019). […]
No evening like the last, spent drinking, searching bars for future step-sisters or whatever the proverbial cat’s drags in or out: the part of the form where you circle a range of years, or a raft’s chance of a flood— when the meter on the side of the house and the one inside the car […]
“Looks like murder,” says Cassie, her chubby cheeks jiggling as she nods at the green snake lying dead in the soil. Her eyes look funny, like something is missing from them. At first, I can’t hear what she says because my dad is mowing the grass. He keeps driving the mower over the same three […]
Ralph got the jaguar’s food from the zoo kitchen and loaded it into his cart along with treats for the nearby emus and alpacas. When he was a kid and someone asked, “what’s your favorite animal?” Ralph would pick some random beast—one day it was a tiger and the next a monkey. He didn’t care. […]
When my parents were getting divorced, my father told me that he never loved me. I was sixteen. My mother was in their bedroom shoving bras, jeans, underwear, t-shirts into a suitcase large enough for an adult to curl up in. My father stood in the doorway with a can of Natty Boh in one […]