ENTER MY OWN FLESH by Sofia Drummond-Moore
I made this dangerous anomaly. I think I might have made it on purpose. I think maybe I asked for this interruption.
DOING VERY WELL! by Tippy Rex
It was cold on the floor, I confess, but I thought it was OK. Since he left, I wake up every morning and marvel at all the me-warmed space on the mattress.
NUMBER 30 by Jonah Sheen Tan
I studied the rustle of the stately rain tree when I couldn’t see the blackboard and knew Pollock’s Number 30 before I ever experienced autumn.
ON BEAUTY by Amber Burke
I don’t mind when men talk and talk; then I don’t have to do anything. They fall in love all by themselves.
REGENERATION by Hayli Cox
Momma’s bones are broken in so many places that the images look like fins in their oceanic blue-black glow. She’s lost so much lately.
#FF073A (NEON RED) by Brenden Layte
You, waking from dreams of dinosaurs, exploring deep in the ocean, worlds where Care Bears and Popples are real, listening.
COUNTDOWN by Ash Kaul
You mutter “Fuck you” under your breath at his daily counting routine, for the apathy it shows for the hell the world is girdled in.
A FLAWED GUIDE TO ANTIFRAGILITY by Kevin Zhu
List To-Dos. Vent secret frustrations. Compose abominable poems. Dream impossible fantasies.
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.
FROG LEG by Diana Anaya
Frogs are thought to have a simplified version of our anatomy, which makes them all the more reasonable subjects for high school dissections.