Sick Woman’s Self Portrait by Sara Tilley
I am the dead mouse perfect and stiff, no longer than your thumb. I am the cat, satisfied with killing for its own sake. I am not hungry for blood. …
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Instruction on a Ritual for Simplifying Your Life
The first step is defining the place. It must be your living room. You must live alone. Time is not inconsequential. Do it at night, after the bars have closed, …
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Two Poems by Christian J. Collier
Admission One day, while walking down the long, white hallway at my job, the tide overtook me & I broke down crying in front of one of my co-workers, the …
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On Being Mysteriously Chronic by Jennifer Stitt
Jennifer Stitt is a poet as well as a historian of modern American thought, culture, and politics. She earned a B.A. and M.A. in history from the University of Alabama …
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For the Doctors Who Don’t Know How To Find Your Body From Here
By Rob Cook Each brick of the hospital attacks each brick next to it. The fighting itself casts a shadethat lengthens over the parking lot,the incurable, pampered vehicles. The sky, …
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On Holter Monitors and General Malaise
By M.E. Hoban Crisscross my body with tape: would-be sex appeal, sticky under breasts, in the hollow of the hip with the freckle— I am the first person to stop …
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Medusa in the Emergency Room
By Cade Leebron Call me Curly-Q for the swirled snake IV line spiraling out of my upper arm. Nothing perfect ever ends, or that’s a lie I’m okay hanging out …
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Putting the Cart Before the Horse
By Nicole Storey I was a blackbird for Halloween when those shapeshifters came out of the terraforming colony and explained that destiny is only a mile away from the gas …
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The Next Time You’ll Be Told to Take Nothing by Mouth
until doctors determine whether you’ll need more surgery, you’re going to crave big hunks of bread with butter, going to want to rip sticky meat from ribs, even though you …
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