“And I wonder why / the milk sours. Luck has passed / to other coffers.”
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“my inamorato has tied these weights / to my ankles while he flounders in the foam.”
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poems by Alexis Rhone Fancher
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“When I’d pictured you (yes, I pictured you / and me with you), it was dead-on: / you wear the expected eyes of exhaustion,”
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"I’ve always valued a no-nonsense approach to most problems, while knowing I’m an intuitive, emotional, airy fairy creature most of the time – the growth for me has been in combining them."
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photography by Edward Lee
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the needle skips, you pour more salt. i’m not fucking listening, / i promise. throw scripture into static—rip
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the persistence of artistic hierarchies only serve to uphold an understanding of art that dismisses its infinite complexity in favor of a marketable simplicity.
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to be filled up / and begging for more / (when the womb is dying) / all expectant and graped / and waiting.
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My identity isn’t something I’m ashamed about. Being bisexual is part of who I am. And I’ve been comfortable with who I am for quite a while now, despite all the messy feelings and questioning as I came to know myself.
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"He looks for this, / an unnatural flower, / as a sign from his god, / that he’s been forgiven"
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“brick red lips— / always smoking a cigarette. / Her mirrored sunglasses reflect this wasteland / as the sun sets behind the mesas.”
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Lara Croft knew that she should have resisted her new lover, the taste of sweet berries, rose hips and honey drip. But she was just a girl who can’t say no.
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“Coffee to go & feeling kicked in the chest by the passage of time. Thinking of my youngest child, my solstice baby, turning two on the longest night of the year; realizing that he’s officially a toddler now, not a baby, & I will never have any more babies.”
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“… this chapbook serves as a refreshing point of view in contrast to those who say social media causes depression, anxiety, or a general sense of unhappiness.”
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“We shall no longer think of ourselves as floating heads, seeping vulvas, hard breasts, black gums, crooked, and harsh teeth. We will no longer have the desire to compare our round and dark selves to the moon or to the sun or to the stars. We shall drink from the final and sweet waters.”
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They took the child you once were before you were even born. They robbed her with their laws and their stares and their whistles, kicked her down and she could never dream, no, not even in my arms as I waited for the other you, the dead you, to come back for her.
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“but of course / that’s all we do on the / aihland / drink lukewarm rum out of coconuts / that I suction onto my breasts / to let you rip off / & drink / the liquor sweating, glowing”
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