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filth deposition, with lines from Caroline Polachek

Fargo Nissim Tbakhi

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Poetry, Fiction, & Nonfiction

recipe for lifelong homosexuality

Chen Chen

beneath the night’s embroidery, / hold me.

Left & Right

Monica Kim

At the end of our fourth date, Amy and I have our first kiss. SEVENTEEN’s “Left / & Right” autoplays on YouTube in the background.

Out of Time

Nancy Cook

He left the door unlocked, in case I arrived before he got back from teaching. I thought I’d timed the drive from Durham to ensure an appearance well after school let out, but he didn’t answer when I knocked and it was quiet and dim in the apartment.

Tender Raging Love: A Requested Playlist

Kathy Nguyen

Singing always ended with a death in this house.

Pretty Kitty

Dayna Cobarrubias

All she wanted was to look like all the other brown girls. They were everywhere, versions of the girl she’d prayed to look like in high school. Girls whose bodies and faces she craved. Girls she wished she could be. Girls her mom hated that she resembled.

filth deposition, with lines from Caroline Polachek

Fargo Nissim Tbakhi

Online Exclusive Poetry from Fargo Nissim Tbakhi

Dreaming in Kpop Y/N

Monica Kim

I dream that Hoseok is my bus driver. We hightail a heist at the British Museum, returning stolen art to their rightful owners.

Turn Around

Celeste Amidon

She worked in a supermarket before Showing women the way to the leeks, soaking the mop, affixing stickers to the cheeks of apples

The Years Before Y2K

Raquel Gutiérrez

The Stonewood mall in the late-1980s had been a site of several aspirational misfires to fit in, be seen.

What I Wouldn't Give

Laura Dzubay

In Delaware Water Gap, I met a stranger I’d been looking for since Georgia. We both stayed the night in town, at a donation-based hostel in the basement of a church.

MMMBop was released

Ayelet Amittay

His beard uncombed / as starlight. His crime couldn’t sing / without a tongue

harry styles live on tour, september 20th 2017, 8pm the greek theater, los angeles california

alexis briscuso

a man gives just enough / to thunderous applause / and we made a statue/ of it.

Celebration

tae min suh

On the eve of Phoenix’ 23rd birthday, we sing, all the / furniture pushed up against the balloon-adorned walls of / their living room, the New York kind, compact, quaint a / broker might say when he is trying to sell this fantasy.

Pop Song

Chen Chen

Love is an improbable / shaking / of hips / on a dancefloor called Nevertheless,

Queer Paranoia at the Dua Lipa Concert

Kurt David

I vaguely knew about Dua Lipa before I saw her in concert: pop star, Albanian, that hit single with Da Baby. Mostly I’d come to associate her with my friend Isaiah.

Leandra Michaels 1

Brandon Young

You can believe it or not, all of this / heartbreaking / drag

Two poems from Cosmic Bottom

Lucas de Lima

i open my hands & eat the bird inside the ball of light, the song of the bird of the devil burns a hole in my body & out of it a streak of feathers


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Magic City Ruse

Ariel Francisco

Miami Beach burns with the insatiable / ego of a galaxy, bright enough to refuse / admittance to any stars in the night sky.

Clouds and Us

Rodrigo Toscano

we can all agree / no jobs for clouds / unconscious drifters

The Parable of the Dead Dog

David James Poissant

The story the fiction writer reads is fiction. His wife has never cheated. He has never run over a dog.

Minimizer

Allie Spikes

The plastic surgeon, a short, blond-gray mustachioed man comes in to tell me he’s headed to the OR and will see me in there. He taps the rail of my bed twice, a gesture I take as doctorly affection, and turns to leave the room. I call after him, “Just remember—think small—like, real small. Like, just get rid of ‘em!” Dr. Haynes reminds me that this breast reduction is not cosmetic surgery.