what i’m saying
is a lie: you brought a guillotine
to my bedroom
& told me
a long story about a girl
by a cistern, inhuman. i asked
if it was the cistern
or the girl that
was not human & you Continue reading “we are turning gold / we are dying | by Kailey Tedesco”
came home early to throw up the mice in my stomach
and wash the hairs down the sink
I’m not what you thought I would be
the same in the half-dark
lighting fires at the Narva Gate
stuffing diamonds into my bodice
it’s so fucking nice outside and still
there are splinters in my veins
stare me down while I wait
so patient it scares me
I’ve turned you into a mythical creature
sun sign of december
doing ok Continue reading “Two Poems | by Carrie Laski”
Anne betrayed coincidence,
for good-hearted individuals)
just kept lusting,
made negative, open
promises quite righteously;
stood tall under Valentine’s watch;
X-factors you’ve zoned. Continue reading “Anne Reveals the A’s to Z’s at Bellevue | by Alyssa Yankwitt”
It was fairly torn already when I got it. I dusted it off and ran my fingers along the shreds poking out from the aorta. It kicked back, weak and barely regular, a sweet heartbeat. It was felt, and the pulmonaries were cheap velvet, but it would work. I needed function, not luxury. How much? I asked the shopkeep and he said eight dollars. I argued down to five, paid him and left. Walking down the road, the thing in my pocket, caressing it with two fingers like a lover’s palm, I was so excited it blistered my skin. I usually saw people looking at me, noticing my gait or the shift to my eyes and recognizing dissimilarity, but today there were none. I was one of them, or on my way to it. They must have known.
Continue reading “One Story, One Poem | by Carl Gercar”
Someone’s blowing a leaf blower. On and on for hours. The sound drives me out of my mind.
A few blocks down, the construction crew has blocked the whole street. They’re setting up new traffic signals. A bunch of men in crane-like things. I stand on the sidewalk, in the sun and noise, watching the work. I eat a tub of popcorn as I watch.
It’s not my fault. I’ve been hungry for a while now. A long, long time. The freezer has been full to capacity – for months – but I can’t bring myself to open it. Not a failure of nerve! It’s just that I like thinking about it, full as it is, the organs lolling inside it, tongue over toe over eye, over kidney, over spleen, over kidney again, there were many of those, a much confused mess.
I buy icicles. I eat these in the sun. I love it when the sugar drips on the sidewalk.
Don’t look at me like that. Continue reading “A L I E N | by Ali Raz”
Big Apple Blues
Like a heartbreak, or a montage,
As you pass me by, and refuse to see me
In the market streets, or on the subway.
I’m new here,
And New York is killing me too;
There’s not a soul willing to call my name,
Or to even accidentally stub my toe on. Continue reading “Three Poems | by Matthew Johnson”
*inspired by Sylvia Plath’s classic poem “Lady Lazarus”
i have done it again
once a day,
a sort of walking miracle, my skin,
look at my wrist, about ten
my middle finger
my body clothed in supreme
peel off the layers of autotune
do i terrify?
or do the rooftops i jump from come back to haunt me? Continue reading “lil pump | by Sophie App-Singer”