Art

Geriatric Moon – Tom Will

The moon wears its shirt backwards buttoned
Because I take care of its washing up

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Art

Ode – Sasha Leshner

and even if I have no
hunger for it
anymore, no
aching in my bones
no cravings, still
it is a tender thing to see

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Art

The Sugarcoat Everything Blues – David Lohrey

Guest House

We play house under her bed.
We hang sheets from the twin bed
posts to create an attic.
She lies beneath the bed and I above
and talk about our dreams. Sarah,
the black maid, vacuums outside.

Kim’s dream includes a maid, mine doesn’t.
There is no help in my house at home,
no help at all.

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Art

Survival Mode – Sabrina Small

Apple Picking Season

 

I’m finished with my apple.
The mealy flesh still in my teeth

The core before me
as insignificant as a business card.

Casual birth of civilization
millions of rinds and peels and seeds, egging me on.

There are three more apples in the bowl
and I can’t remember if they’re different varieties.

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