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...
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....
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...
The Seismologist’s Tale by Jessica Bozek It was fall and the soldier’s stories made human piles of the citizens. He went directly to the center of the town and his stories spiraled outward. The few who tried to flee were held by his soothing voice. The...
Light Away Now by Matt Cozart What to find: a little well sped up attention eye. It’s an audition I’m moving slower than. Don’t keep your hands in your hands, I wouldn’t want to be ended at them. Beginning home seems swept into some already over. No late look...