FOREVER 21 by Sylvia Math

As our postcoital conversations pushed us further and further away from each other, I lounged in his bed, nibbling on a melting L or Q or F.

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DENVER by Tess Pollok

He was angry. He was scared of her. He was scared of the post office. Everything is on accident or everything is on purpose or everything is both.

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MEAT by Nathan Cover

What they couldn’t see: his heart pumping arterial and venial dilated with rage at being short but filled with fearless venom.

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