Art

Two Poems – Carrie Laski

this poem was not about you but then suddenly it was about you

 

neutral carpet

nothing to hold

kill kill kill

lawn chairs in the living room make me

lose

my flame for everything

but sleeplessness feels fine!

opiatic and thin

I want nothing but dustless surfaces

to trace in the afternoons

when the sun is falling down through the stairwell

did you know?

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Two Poems – Jade Cruz Quinn

Who Brought the Storm

shrubs become tumbleweeds
I swerve to avoid
the drought is over
El Niño fixed us in one season

it flooded
crawfish spilled down

the mountain
ready for a fight

a tide carried her away
the girl inside me died
I still can’t get around

to burying her

there are ashes on the mantle:
cigarettes,

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Three from My Posey Taste Like – Alexandra Naughton

“you’re always thinking about big things”

you’re always thinking about big things. grand ideas. bigger than dinner plans. bigger than birthdays. schematics and semantics. like a secret code you know that i understand. like you think like me and want to listen to loud music. roll your windows down. you want to feel dizzy. you want to focus on something constant like a bell chiming in your head and it’s familiar like knocking without calling first and it makes you want to do things.

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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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