Dec 8, 2020 | All Poetry, Issue 2, Issue 2 Poetry
CONTENT WARNING: Dog Attack and Sexual Assault Any expressions the dogs make, their lips are upturned. It is a language of faked, crammed yard greetings. Hitched to the walls: The chewed hose, the bottles. A mass storage of potential energy. Strong enough to pop their...
Dec 8, 2020 | All Poetry, Issue 2, Issue 2 Poetry, Online Exclusive
They looked strange in that muddy pit, the white, shiny old-lady shoes, not unlike the ones you wore every day, laced around the tall white socks that went halfway up your calves. They looked just as clean now as when I used to sneak my sunburnt scalp out of the...
