Jake Morrow
I was taught to build a fire
square like a house, paper
crumpled in the middle
to start, with room to breathe
Read MoreHailey Siracky
My mom’s best party trick is
planning her funeral. She asks
for Johnny Cash, to be buried
in spandex, for mimosas
when it’s over.
Read MoreMeg Pokrass
This hubby, the current, is pretending to be in love with me so that I’ll stop moping. I cried and told him I would leave. Now he pretends.
Read MoreJaden Rose
Between 12:00 midnight and 1 am,
I fantasize being grated,
arm skin peeling like cheese down to the bone,
isn’t that funny?
Sarah Groustra
Wheels leave the tarmac and there’s that
butterflies in your stomach feeling
You don’t want to hear another
bullshit poem about the houses getting
smaller