issue 4
“The woman was a catastrophe,” Carlos told me at the time. “But she was as honest as my face is ugly.”
ONLY THROUGH PAIN,
CAN WE TRULY FEEL ALIVE
Now that the Israeli has left, it falls
on me to make the salad.
I would always rather be happy than
dignified. Rather held than held
in awe.
we drove on through
the blue seal of morning as the turbines
turned and winked out their hearts
You’re joking, I say, interrupting the steady bumping of the doctor’s bushy white mustache.
How do you even know when you’re there—at the epicenter?
The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…
You’ve been dreading this day since the moment you found out you were pregnant—perhaps even before.
I have observed, the theorist
I am
I have an axe
with hearts gashed
I know you shouldn’t keep wild animals as pets, but I’ve had the same spider in my bathroom sink for over two weeks.
He has stories that I am not in
anymore. It’s healed this way.
A man with a fistful of showbags said, “That cow sounds like a person trying to sound like a cow.”
my father holds
his favorite drink
the search for a wayward self
Ma wrings
a wet world
of colors
Winter sat like a wolf
on the horizon.
To be encased, Clint had always thought, was foolishness. Why allow yourself to be open to such sorrow?
Live the rest of your life
from one worst case to another.