ISSUE 3 // POETRY
visual art by Courtney Kenny Porto, Steven J. Cabral, Ashley Parker Owens & Harry Wilson
"I hang up my human robe and run / towards the horizon, but it runs, too / can one be reborn in darkness? / or must something be cut away."
-Learning to Orgasm (When the World is Dying)
"How in the evening we discussed Kafka, / imagined that in our sleep we, too, / might grow a carapace"
"I turn in the bed every few minutes / and mangle my limbs in sheets / that scratch lullaby / out of my head."
"Sunrise is an Arctic light- / the world stiffens / and salt and pepper snow / falls on our little papyrus / buildings."
"Everyone / scatters to the adjacent compartments, / lift scarves up to their noses as they exit. / The vomit stretches like an evening shadow"
"I am eyes, the shape of the sun, / what the moon yogas into"
"She met Felipe in Juárez when the yellow buds / Of cacti bloom like sure lips before biting / Into the purple bodies of plums they plucked"- Flower Lane, El Paso
"branched around my thigh / her fingers drop citrus seeds—
/ grown in subtropical climates for their sweet fruit."
"remember how he tastes / in September, when his sinuses thicken / and the saliva in his mouth turns to syrup."
"if there is cake / our mother is wonderful and how could our father leave / when she is made of wax and chocolate"
"our mothers mourning in a circle / Over ragamuffin daughters, what to do? / Emigration."
"She tells me she has found holy enlightenment / in pill bugs she has collected in the backyard; / she asks me politely for milk to dunk them in."
"We learned the male sea horse / Carries the eggs, / Protects the next generation— / Much like you carried our pain"- Sea Horses (Syria)