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Sad Feminist – Mallory Smart

it ends with you in pain trying to be better

you will realize that you are me

and you should have known this all along

i will stand in front of you draped in my own securities

bubble wrap bubbles pressing against bone fragments of my broken skull

POP

i will pretend i am okay as i am

POP

i will think about where this all had started

POP

last night i got high again

POP

i thought about what it would be like to have my own Netflix show

i thought about what it would be like for people to binge watch me

i think people are basically just big disposable batteries

that’s how i feel most days

people are just the kind of dirt that breathes

i am the kind of dirt that breathes in the shape of one big existential crisis

i want to yell at the existential crisis

you are the existential crisis

i grab you by the shoulders and shake you hard

write out long tumblr posts about you

try not to be sad about you

scream at you,

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Four from Bel – Joseph Harms

BIRTHDAY

 

As passed the cortege through the underpass

(its portico a scalar mural past-

oral and blenched) the mirrors shaded vit-

rified fantods while Az to Bel complained

of hydrocele as Bel inguinal aimed

the shells from gravel. Gravid possums birthed

by tires guttered, dipteran; just noon

the flume now photic,

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3 Cuba Poems & Miami Nocturne – Gregory Solano

My father left Cuba with a passport

 

Marked NULO and a white summer suit

Woven carefully with threads of gold.

Abuelo was a machinist with a lathe

Behind a trick door in a carpenter’s shop

In Vedado, shaving tubes of steel

To make silencers for the mafia.

Abuela was always crazy. When Abuelo

Was a boy he was just the cleverest

Of a rollicking band of homeless orphans

In Centro Havana.

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Six Poems – Jose Moreno

Stooges 1969

Stooges 1969
Broccoli on the
Right channel
Chicken on the
Left
No fun when you’re
22,32,42 or,
I bet, 52
Downhill from the
Day of birth
Don’t need to read
Nietzsche or be the
Least bit educated
Once you get past
abc or 123
What comes next
Is not so good
Pretty bad from what
I can tell

Trix are for Kids

She shoves the
Lubricated carrot
stick up your
ass

Gently rubs your
Balls while reminding
You

You are not a
Lucky rabbit

This is Street Rock and Roll

This is street rock
and roll
This is street rock
and roll
Born in the streets
The streets of the
mind
Swipe the ATM card
all you want
It’s always empty
The graffiti is
unintelligible
You are a stranger
in your own neighborhood

You can’t go on the
EBT
You can’t play the
market
Well I guess you can
but you will always
lose and the answer
will always be “no”

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