Dating in the Apocalypse Bunker
“And we’re dressed to the nines, in our cleanest / boots, the dust scrubbed from our tanks / until they gleam.”
“And we’re dressed to the nines, in our cleanest / boots, the dust scrubbed from our tanks / until they gleam.”
By Rongfei Mu
“But I know you’re listening, / From the pale blue waves on the monitor / That I ride.”
By Karla Yaritza Maravilla Zaragoza
Two poems by Karla Yaritza Maravilla Zaragoza.
“it began with silk / devils bleaching brown kernels and selling bottled ice / tea”
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“My motorcycle’s thrum as much the music / as bees in the embattled thistledown, the wild // stonefruits erupting from mouthed cores”
“the women’s heart-shaped / faces like pale evenings cracked / with elegant longing for assignations.”