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Never Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth

Daniel Brennan the gift. the gift horse. the horse’s mouth. the rubber cut of tongue and sour steep of breath. the outstanding threat: never look. the troublesome desire to look. his tongue pressed...

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Little Red

Mary Simmons Yes. Yes. What else is there to say? There are no wolves in the forest. We killed them all and let our children beg. Meat in the sun, sweet enough. Basketfuls of hungry, hungry flies....

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Associations

Giljoon Lee Which came first? The egg or the sperm.   The apple or the throat. My throat closing   in on itself. Umma putting sweet yuja tea to my lips. Saying, When the body is ill, the nectar...

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Cherry Bomb

C. E. Janecek FINDINGS: There is a T1 hypointense, T2 hyperintense lesion within the left anterior pituitary. This measures approximately 6 mm coronal by 5 mm sagittal by 7 mm craniocaudal.    The...

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Rapture with Foul Mouth

Kale Hensley In vain, I wore this flesh as a mistake, bred so             proper by this derelict age. Oh, despise do I the decorum of being crossed: be meek, forgive ...

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Commencement

Sara Davis After Joe Brainard I remember the mall on Saturdays. We tried on clothes, but no one had clothes money so we bought candy cigarettes, makeup, Hello Kitty trinkets. It cost a quarter to...

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Dear

Rasma Haidri What I saw was the man, no, the man’s hand, no, the deer, I saw the deer on its side, side swept, asleep, no, not asleep, the deer was resting, waiting to die, no, the deer was waiting...

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Birth Control

Rebecca Hawkes   “why suck the strap” why look at a sunset. why listen to your favourite song. why stop to smell the flowers. come on now                 –  Tumblr user...

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Team Player

Shanley Kearney Content Warning: This story contains depictions of and discusses the following sensitive topics: disordered eating, self harm.   14 Days to State Semifinals  This is my fourth scale...

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Michael Says We Can’t Go Home ‘Til We Catch the Catfish

Martin Hopson He drives the fishhook through the soft belly of the tree frog— its legs like engine cylinders back- firing in the amber of the afternoon. I wish he had a good reason for taking it...

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