LA VIRGEN DE GUADALUPE APPEARS IN MY BATHROOM MIRROR
“Guadalupe tells me to pull it together! Time to chingona up, mija! / She palms my red nail polish and adorns her nails with OPI’s drop it like it’s hawt.”
Night Of 1000 Apophases
By Will Summay
“my father siphons the dreams / out of my forehead before bed. / He draws out every last drop / & what is left?”
The Arc of a Rocket is Louder
“the lover licks the lover’s silver tooth like a seafarer / pointing to the south we are alpha centauri”
Before Twenty Fifty
“I unwind / a migratory bird, / an orphaned accordion,”
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Opened
“We bisect midnight, listening to Oppen. / Refusing to be numerous is to be frozen.”
I think I hate gardening
By Emily Tong
“here, too caught up in their fear & old / bones & fear. All writhing knots & / fray.”
A SYSTEM OF EQUATIONS WITH ■ AS PROXY
“■² opens me up to dine w/ wolves, ■³ is a phlebotomist ■⁴ a carnivorous flower / any further ■’s are ≥ gods”