Excerpts from the Pinocchio Interviews
“And that magic’s smell—vernix and blood / and sweat and earth—I didn’t register it / as life. I sensed it and saw my decay.”
“And that magic’s smell—vernix and blood / and sweat and earth—I didn’t register it / as life. I sensed it and saw my decay.”
“this / world cuts away my patience at knife point for one / reason—to resurrect my hurricane.”
By Siew Hii
“my favorite auntie’s hair is now the color of Orlando’s sky at 15 PM + / what would we do without women’s memories?”
By Lea Marshall
“Highlighter yellow, dignity / of curled claw, still open eye. Hard lesson of weightlessness // on my palm.”
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By Kat Couch
“a great blue pearl, and / not the fine flour / of the mesa / under your feet”
By Razraseny
“Day 38: Language Malfunction / I tried to say light. / What came out / was the taste of calcium.”
“in one dream, a rain shower in every room, matchbook tucked / into the hem of a yellow dress / fountain tumbling with smoke instead of water,”