Mad Lib Elegy by Ben Lerner.
Clown by Chelsey Minnis.
It seems like I’m growing more and more like a clown. First of all, I’m always sad. Secondly, all my knives are made out of rubber. Thirdly, it’s like my house
is on fire.
Jean Rhys by Ellen Kennedy.
Ten poems by Ellen Kennedy.
yesterday i was talking to myself and i told myself that i was going to write a book and give it to you so i put paper in my bag and put a pen in my bag and rode my bike to the river bank and then sat on the ground and thought ‘i will never write a book’ and watched ducks swim away from me
[The dead girl by the beautiful Bartlett] by Joshua Beckman.
Elevated Self-Esteem as a Result of Alcohol Consumption by Megan Boyle.
Something Bad Happened Today by Zachary German.
Eight poems by Audun Mortensen.
I’M GOING TO WATCH KOREAN MOVIES AND DRINK TWO CANS OF BEER FROM CENTRAL EUROPE AS SOON AS I’VE EMAILED YOU THIS
i’m alone in the apartment
i’m standing in the kitchen
i bought a bagel at whole foods yesterday
seems like it has been eaten by someone
i’m still standing in the kitchen
i’m opening the refrigerator
my face is inside the refrigerator
my lower back is hurting so bad
Three poems by Matthew Rohrer.
lemon poppyseed cookie from ‘robeks’ by Jordan Castro.
The World Would be Happier with Me Dead In It by Victoria Trott.
QIM DRUNK by Victoria Trott.
fuck i wih i had a frienf at least one
now i willo go make RAMEn noddles
PEOPLE LIKE ME BETTER WHEN I AM SKINNIER
BUT WHEN PEOPLE DONT LIKE ME IO EAT MORE
DESTRUCTIVE DEATH CYCLE OF ME BEING FATFATFATFATFATFAT
gigantic mountains by Brandon Scott Gorrell.
Two poems by Chris Moran.
How I Became Impossible by Mary Ruefle
I was born shy, congenitally unable to do anything
profitable, to see anything in color, to love plums,
with a marked aversion to traveling around the room,
which is perfectly normal in infants.
Who wrote this? were my first words.
I Will Become a Mexican by Blake Butler.
i drank so much coffee just now
i am kind of shaking and i wonder if that’s bad
i should go to the grocery
and use the blood pressure machine
and feel it constrict around my arm
i’d like a machine like that for home
big enough to stick my head in
Seven poems by Michael Earl Craig.
Glass of Vodka
Allen was at a barbecue.
He was checking out Gary’s wife
through the bottom of a glass of vodka
from which he was drinking.
He thought: What is the word
for when a nun rolls a boulder
away from the mouth of a cave or tomb?