When I discover my shoeunder her pillow and my credit cardsfloating in the tub, I kiss herfor finding them. Vile animal, she calls mefor taking her clothesand washing them. I confess. She changes my name:…
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The Last Thing I Will See Before I Die
Saturday is small and full of bright hot life and love buns. I can’t taste the chocolate notes in coffee three, but Jesus turns the wet brown grounds toliquid light and I growthick roots, twisting…
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…
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…
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…