Number 34 / Spring 2018
Christine Kanownik / Chris Pusateri / Diego Vàzquez Jr. / Anjuli Raza Kolb / Jon Ruseski / Amanda Auerbach / Adam Tedesco / Calvin Bedient / Brandi George / Sophie Linden / Spencer Everett / Harmony Holiday / Rosemary Griggs / Jenny Gropp / Karla Kelsey / Krystal Languell / Douglas Piccinnini / Feliz Lucia Molina / Lindsey Baggette / Sho Sugita / Logan Fry / Nick Demske / Lehua M. Taitano / Hajara Quinn / Thomas Devaney / Evan Kleekamp / Alisha Kaplan / Sam Cohen / Amanda Goldblatt / Elysha Chang / Simon Han / Selena Anderson / Chad Frisbie / James Hannaham / Dara Wier / Ronaldo V. Wilson / Anna Maria Hong / Greg Markee
1 The and the and a. Architectonics braised in serum, sauced in lymph. How much would you pay for my sphincter. That’s not enough. Fucks whenever you want—priceless. But my pit hairs are on sale—spectacular bargain. For free girl disciplines her body—corporate loan—pops cheri. Smoking hot babes make bestest mothers. Spunk punks. Junk mandates exchange rates. The “sex which is not one” equals only one worth screwing. I am silly Faggot indulging in rubbish. Flame with me. Luxuriate in these ashes. Let’s redo totality’s makeup. As long as there are sexes firstly humans don’t stand chance. Inhumanity runs rampantly […]Read More
I like poetry but it is a dung cart. I like being in love but that is a dung cart too. I have to be content with things that are dung carts although I really want something that is not a dung cart.
“I didn’t know he was famous,” my husband said.
I said, “He said all he knew is that he wanted to be famous.” I had praised Yves.
Later that night I glared at my husband. The time limit was a few seconds. I think when you’re younger the first idea you have is that adults want to talk.