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Self-Portrait as Persephone

Marissa Davis

I am afraid of his long man’s body
the way it creeps toward me in the gray
marrow of the night the way
I yearn for it to split me open
like a blade does a soft fruit

this is what my mother warned me about
when I was young & still combed my hair with poplar twigs
& ran barefoot between the rising yellow grains
that looked like sunrays & spun the sunrays into life

Because it is spring yet has snowed nonstop for two days,
and because the room is warmed
from the baseboard heaters and the gas fireplace,
and because it is a wet snow that pools in the ruts
of our driveway and at the sills of our windows,
a large brown house spider decides to cross our living room,
each of its legs lifting singularly like a tiny torture,
fierce as a Bourgeois sculpture, who was
eighty when she began her dark decent

Channels to Fall Asleep to

Tongo Eisen-Martin

While shoe box to shoe box travels my childhood

Professionals roll garbage cans around a conference room
Half the size of a holding tank
Half the hope of a holding tank
Full of third world retail flattery
“nothing wrong with the blind leading the blind,”
we think they just said

ONCE THERE WAS AND ONCE THERE WASN'T: - THE STORY OF P -

Sara Deniz Akant

ONCE THERE WAS AND ONCE THERE WASN'T[1] :
- THE STORY OF P[2] -

Two Poems by Jordan Castro

Jordan Castro

Faultless Couple

It was somebody’s fault, but according to him it was not his. She, however, claimed it wasn’t her fault either. It is not my fault, he said. Well it isn’t my fault, she said.

Gardeners

They’d planned to have a garden, but everything they planted died. They planted kale, but it died. They planted tomatoes, but they died. They consulted gardening books, the internet, even their old alcoholic neighbor, but every new thing the couple tried failed.

Self-Portrait as Persephone

The Spider

Channels to Fall Asleep to

ONCE THERE WAS AND ONCE THERE WASN'T: - THE STORY OF P -

Two Poems by Jordan Castro

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