Putting Out What You Might Put Away
Putting Out What You Might Put Away A crib and changing table are quietlydismantled but all the socks are paired confetti,and the hats and the layettes grown dustyin the drawers, …
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Panic Attack
It starts out quiet.Terror muffles my earsWords, black smudgesHeartbeat faster and fasterAir thinner and thinner. Thoughts as fish in a river,Classmates becoming blobs of colorsForced into captivity,I exit the room. …
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“Why can’t you sleep?”
There are blossoms in my chest Rolling off my breasts, feathering out from my sternum, violet, emerald, scarlet petals A garden of wildflowers is inside me Zara Hanif is a …
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MOONFACE by Cindy Pereira
Resident writes feels like lower back is a clenched fist. Resident writes patient’s vision is blurred but only in one eye the right. Not blurred but like a cheesecloth has …
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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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