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Evan Karp
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Julia Barzizza
NICOLETTE
DASKALAKIS Manic Pixie Dream Girl Sex Robot 13
A Eulogy for My Twin-sized
Mattress with the Flowers On It 16
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Bartenders sleep late and rake their tips in dolefully.
Public school teachers come in with circles under eyes
and new lesson plans about hope and social justice
scribbled on the backs of envelopes. People self-
medicate more than usual. Stephen Hawking tells us
that the planet is actually doomed anyways, that we
have about 1000 years left tops before the sun burns
out, and somehow that feels like a relief.
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and into January and February. There is an inauguration,
more rioting and through it all the rain keeps coming.
Through sit ins and airport shut downs, clothing
give aways and City Council meetings, people quit
smoking or give up Google news for Lent, fight with
their relatives, start phone banking, until suddenly
there are small wild plants growing in the parking lots.
And when the spring comes, finally, it’s like it’s never
happened before.
Ru t h Crossman 3
AAAAAAAAA
AAA
BLACK
. A L L I SE E IS B L A C K .
B L A C K IN M O VE M E NT
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I pull at a piece of it, around and around
Unraveling, unbinding
Breathing inside the tree
I hurry, pulling the rope undone
My hands a flurry
The rows of rope off, the bark is splitting
I hear breathing
The falcon above, waiting
My hands pull at the bark
Pulling off layers of thin, paper-like bark
Unraveling, unbinding
The tree pulses
I see something inside
My hands hurry, pulling
Layers of bark flying
I glimpse a woman’s face, eyes closed
The falcon watches
My fingers dig into the bark, pulling
Pulsing
Breathing
A woman’s form emerges
Around her, thick plaits of red brown hair
I reach out, pull loose a cord of it
Pull another and another
Unraveling, unbinding
The thick plaits loosened
The body free
Deep breath
Sweep of eyelashes
Eyes open
The falcon cries out
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Wings swoop down
The woman’s form steps out of the tree
Arm rises
The falcon lands as if on a branch
Black eyes, black beak turn to me
I look to the eyes
Black. All I see is black. Black in movement.
Andre a Me jri 7
SSSSSSS
SSSS
MATCHES
“Oh come on, are you really going to tell me you don’t
believe in pajamas?” His future brother in law replied.
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….
Se an Tay lor 11
N NNNNNNNNNNNN
NN NN
NN N
DREAMMANIC PIXIR
E
G IRL SEX O B O T
4.9 Stars
Usually ships within 2-3 business days.
Want it tomorrow? Order within the next 2 hours.
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• 1 Pair of Stylish Glasses (Note: She only needs
them when reading.)
Ni cole t t e Daska la ki s 15
A EULOGY FOR MY TWIN-SIZED
MATTRESS WITH THE FLOWERS ON IT
Goodbye to a friend
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who sometimes pretended she was a couch
to distract me from the fact I was too broke to own
an actual couch
Amen.
Ni cole t t e Daska la ki s 17
CC CCCCCCCCCC
C CC CC
JAILS HAVE ATM
MACHINES NOW
When the phone rings you press five as fast as you can.
So as not to lose a precious moment of his voice.
You accept that he can only speak to you
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on a police recording.
There are options, more money for more minutes.
You can buy them so he can’t call anyone but you.
You pay for time with no idea what words will fill it.
How many ways can you say love or absent.
You describe reaching for his side of the bed
using his chap stick because it’s the last thing
to touch the softness of his lips.
Lips you fell on and into in a bar,
lips you woke to, like a life raft at sea.
Behind security glass cracked and dry,
they are an un-kissed desert.
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share the disappointment of your own hand
because indeed, it is not his.
You internet search the things you can and can’t send
him
these companies have made phone apps to send your
money to jails.
These enterprises who make the packages you send
your beloved,
the same who offer to send your college student
modified food products
You tell them all the ways to recreate crackers, ramen,
and chips.
to pretend it is sustenance when in fact it is currency.
The first time you saw your son’s college dorm it
struck you
the same companies build prison cells,
prisoners build the beds and desks in both,
to house your child, your man, perhaps yourself, one
day.
Cassandra Da lle t t 21
tell yourself you are living
a brain connected to a body,
a hand to put money in the machine.
A heart commodified
a special message
Don’t worry about us we’ll be fine
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DDDDDDDDDD
O N THE C O R NE R
On the corner
by stairs to the station
teeth gnash at the fecal-implanted
grouch of an escalator
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a speaker’s corner as welcoming
to cracked-out street dwellers
as to the bearded bangled
waist-chained
poets and string strummers
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20 years ago in the parking lot
his only sin being to loose a yellow stream
in full view of 16th St.
cost him his life
D.S. Bla ck 25
ushering in endless war on peace
Nixon’s treason and dirty tricksters
Reagan the teflon-smiling shill
more treason—there he goes again
too many Bushes and Clintons
and not even Obama is off the hook
keys please to the economy
not a single banker indicted
while ramping up remote control
turnkey hit squads
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or break it
before we have nothing left to
lose or be thankful for
no crime of importance
the drought is passed
own your tears like numbers
even the awesome-ist
won’t come to our rescue
therefore I ask
I plead just as
D.S. Bla ck 27
they ice pick
you again a chip off me old
bloc
what the fucking
Hell
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EEEEEEEE
EEEE
RE GULARS
I sense that when things get too real, the eye contact
too long or the jokes too saucy, they charge down
the swim lane after each other in frenzied butterfly
strokes and freestyle. At these times, I find it best to
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veer towards the plastic divider lane, so they can pass.
After several laps of this, again they rest with their
backs against the shallow wall, panting. That was good,
he says. Yes indeed, she says.
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RRRRRRRRRRR
RR
T O M P ET T Y
The thing is, Tom Petty dying is not even the worst
thing to happen today. This morning, some guy
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in Las Vegas opened fire on a country music festival
and killed like fifty people. The Guardian says it is
the worst mass shooting yet in our country. Maybe
that was the last straw for him—like Leonard Cohen
going out the day after the election. Maybe he was
like the rest of us, reading his news updates on the
can and, when he heard about it, the shock of it all
hit him a bit too hard at the wrong time.
I hear that line about how all the bad boys are
standing in the shadows and the good girls are home
with broken hearts. I think about a friend of mine
who once told me that that was his favorite line ever,
and how it kind of surprised me because until right
then I didn’t even know that he liked Tom Petty. I’ve
been meaning to text him. I want to say RIP, frownie
face, but we both have so many friends who have died.
He might take it the wrong way. So instead I just ask
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him how it’s going.
I’ve been better. How are you? He says
Same I say blue heart emoji
Ru t h Crossman 33
JJJJJJJJJJJ
JJJ
TELEDATING
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“The images look sharper on the X.” He replies, cupping
it in his hand and flicking through the photos and
pausing to watch one of the videos he had made of
Ocean Beach. I sit next to him on the futon and reach
my arms under his T-shirt to take off my bra.
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with a fireplace where I can burn my own goddamn
Duraflame. I wonder if I will ever date anyone who has
their own apartment or if I will move in with someone
just so we can get our own place. On cue, I hear the
front gate scrape open, then high-heeled boots up the
stairs, then the key in the lock, then the boots in the
hallway. He sighs into his phone as I jump up to turn
on the space heater for some white noise and warmth.
It’s freezing in his room.
Je nni f e r Le wi s 37
“Telescreens!” I exclaim.
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“We can be quiet,” I say.
Je nni f e r Le wi s 39
CCCCCCC
C CCCC CC
CC C
TIM E BEI N G
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care packages sent,
How many
jail house workouts, and spreads,
lock downs, and visits through glass,
tearful collect calls
I miss you the saddest of songs.
How many
until I feel the skin of his hand with my own,
lay my head on the drumbeat of his chest,
How many
till I simply
learn to breathe
again.
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DDDDDDDDDD
W E ARE THE D O G
where was I?
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- january 1, 2018 -