Kayla King
You had to tell them I was dead.
Inaccuracy slipped from the side
of your mouth like a moth wing ripped
beneath the window pane.
Read MoreKayla King
Start with a memory and macerate
into the vessel of your choosing. Much prefer
the ornate orca etched into the side
of your mother’s rocks glass.
Read MoreJake Morrow
I was taught to build a fire
square like a house, paper
crumpled in the middle
to start, with room to breathe
Read MoreHailey Siracky
My mom’s best party trick is
planning her funeral. She asks
for Johnny Cash, to be buried
in spandex, for mimosas
when it’s over.
Read MoreJaden Rose
Between 12:00 midnight and 1 am,
I fantasize being grated,
arm skin peeling like cheese down to the bone,
isn’t that funny?
Sarah Groustra
Wheels leave the tarmac and there’s that
butterflies in your stomach feeling
You don’t want to hear another
bullshit poem about the houses getting
smaller
Megan Paranich
He was born in the year of the monkey
although he doesn’t know this, and
his dating profile says that he’s a Sagittarius,
even though his birthday is in October.
It sounds sexier, I guess.