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Your Shoes, This City read more Luisga Bou
“Shoo, shoo,” they say.
Okay. Okay. Will do. Out to the street.
My hands are dirty, and they stink of mice.
I ain’t remember losing my shoes and shirt, but I did.
Cement. Cobblestone. Bits of grass. No difference under numb toes...
No Contact read moreSasha Debecvec-McKinney
“My body is getting used to not being fucked as much
as I want, whenever I want. The symptoms are numerous
but mostly it’s hemorrhoids. It’s to do with my appetite,
an unhappiness in my gut: I can’t have him back...
Where the Sunlight Hits the Tree read more Evan Bazel
O’Hara wrote Oranges then about Oranges and Sardines
In late March Love introduced me to Trader Joe’s chocolate-covered orange-jelly sticks
I stopped writing walls I reached out from the ashen balcony I tried to touch the treeline...
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