STATUS UPDATES FROM THE DEEP
slips into a pew.
stares into his beer,
ignoring her curves and entrances, his thoughts the size of Australia, his mouth in drought.
drove into the moon.
had an uncle or two who ran numbers.
still grasps at empty air
throat parched for a drink from lemons that were never there.
always preferred the insides of things—fish, starlight, veldt, the body of my lover-word.
comes growling up from granite.
|Elisa Gabbert and Kathleen Rooney
delete the emails that offer themselves to you—hot, horny, yours—from your inbox.
|Arielle Greenberg Bywater
wrote on a sprung and twelve-note scale, written, bitten, the wet bale ends of those braids of hair.
|Daniela Olszewska and Carol Guess
bound each other's wrists with phone cords stretched rec room to porch.
|Malaika King Albrecht
demands only the world, the river rock unlocked, our hands wet.
overthrows this endless night.