Category: Poetry
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Family
Before light, the baby stirs under my skin. Love pulls me in, rubs his face in my hair, lays his arm across my bare-hill belly. The baby kicks, kicks me, kicks him: diode to diode to diode. Links in one early motion.
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Poems vs. babies
On Saturday, I went to Babies R Us, which is kind of a hellish-overpriced place, but I’m not going to lie and say I hated it. I can see why people spend THOUSANDS of dollars in such stores, but who needs a $60 baby bathtub? Can’t you just use a hose? I’m kidding, I’m kidding,…
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Chronically late, angry and dying
You’re not going to make it. The train picks up speed, enters traffic. Cars beat like notes on bars. This is our music: feet drumming pavement; babies chime; lights turning green release the strings. If you’d only stop rushing, you’d harmonize. You’re not going to make it. With every mistake humans make, you boil your…
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Trending
Masculinity climbs her stomach. Vines of hair she doesn’t give a shit about showing in public. Cut off shirt, electrocuted hair, where she’s from tweezers and wax are as hard to come by as a good meal. Her boyfriend doesn’t care, tracing his finger along her richest vein. She lets herself grow, skips breakfast and…
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WHATHOWSQUEEEEE!
I have no idea how I was picked to be a part of this, but I’m so so stoked. So honored. So blown away by the company. I can’t wait. Menacing Hedge was the first lit mag to give me a chance (well since high school). The first mag since I decided to really try…
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Esse, By Czeslaw Milosz
Esse I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of métro stations flew by; I didn’t notice them. What can be done, if our sight lacks absolute power to devour objects ecstatically, in an instant, leaving nothing more than the void of an ideal form, a sign like a hieroglyph simplified from the drawing of…
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Raising an army
The beldams are out today shuffling their carts. Maroon smocks, pointy hats and gloves. The desert cold slows hands to wish bones, easily broken. Their men are dead. Of course, they’ve outlived them. They wear Christ around their necks. Yell fears to each other across benches because whispers haven’t registered since they gave a damn.…