Please be advised that this comic includes depictions of self-harm. —The Editors
I Walk Invisibly
to the sound of the advent of cold water when scheming is colouring landscape grey on grey improbably clouding the random body of — along the way in the sense of minerals or pollution one of us misjudged all manners of trajectory grey on grey it isn’t slate sounding out water, not even in the sense of — in the sense…
The People Can Have a Little Trauma Bond, as a Treat
I’m people. One day, I’ll be a meme or put a QR code to my Cashapp on communion wafers. You scan, pay, then let it dissolve— through you, with you, in you, etc. Cut your teeth at a 45 degree angle this valerian root smells like feet we smell like feet we’re healing, pulling coconut oil from our toes, swishing it in our mouths bleeding…
Melancholy
Please be advised that this poem includes descriptions of self-harm. —The Editors —A golden shovel poem on a line by Kaveh Akbar Oncemy mother played the violin until Ibegged her to stop. Melancholy cutlike catgut through my wrists and I bled in the openlike a butchered rabbit. I looked down, saw myfingertips had fallen off, my thighcrusted with their bits like panko ona fine Chilean…
Shearing
The boys were waiting when Hollis unlocked the door to the barber shop, milling in a cluster by the planter box. Two of the shortest ones sat on the concrete lip, their legs kicking at the brick. As soon as he clicked the lock open, they hopped down and all six came marching in, looking like they’d been pulled from a boarding school, dressed in…