Caravaggio Fever Dream
“I regret / that I never mentioned you in my sleep, never thought / that you might want me to leave the porch light on / for a thousand saints to welcome you to my home.”
Poetry
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Dream
By Amy Thatcher
They lifted me / into a sitting position, / fed me like an infant, / easy to love.
concatenation
By Tara Mukund
“19 i have never heard anything / 20 more beautiful. i scrawl / 21 / 22 the data into my skull, / 23 it is my source code now.”
Mouth mirror or elegy for my premolar
By Martins Deep
“i do / not want to sing / of this ruin that cast its shadow in my mouth”
Rimming
“It is not a stretch when I say that I find delight / In a hungry hole, a faithful mouth waiting to be fed.”
B led
By Tola Sylvan
“And I played a game of religion or trust in my own body, / cutting more wounds than I could count, refusing to be just.”
Bethesda
“Anxiety pulls the jug out of your bone and kneads it / For nothing.
Final Boy Ponders the Slash
“remember the tourniquet / your husband made you carry / out & across & around / the city / in case of emergency”
The Overview Effect
“We are stunned // when we see the thing we came to retrieve: / a body’s worth of ashes, divided into three bricks so tangible”