National Poetry Month: THE SHAPE OF IT by Wendy Xu
The Shape of It by Wendy Xu I wake up and inherit the world as anybody has left it. Perhaps later, some windowless thinking. A red goat stares at me from the kitchen table, his confident black eyes moving in slow passes across my face. It goes on like this. I...National Poetry Month: EXO-SECRETARAIT by Blake Lee Pate
Exo-Secretariat by Blake Lee Pate Exo-girl convinced the boss her girls are hot, have skirts, nice handwriting. 8:00 a.m. We’re period plagued and auto-receiving at our desks splitting our hair ends & running our stock- ings up & down the halls....
National Poetry Month: ANTERIOR OF A RAZED ROOM by Cori A. Winrock
Anterior of a Razed Room by Cori A. Winrock What corseting—: the room cinched in as the wrecking drill bores down, its metal threaded vertebrae spiraling slow through our plaster and horsehair insulation, the seven-layer wallpapers caked over and over...