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By Chance by Alexander Peterson
was first published by The Rumpus.
Sometimes Pop is Inside the Bottle; Sometimes the Bottle is Inside
of Pop by Daniel Riddle Rodriguez was first published in Literary
Orphans.
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CONTENTS
curated by
Ryan Martin
SUZANNAH WEISS
MAGGIE TOKUDA-HALL
JARVIS SUBIA
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A.G. MOORE
Red Ibis
15
HUGH BEHM-STEINBERG
Masked Boobies
17
Mouse-colored Penduline Tits 19
21
ALICIA FRANCO
Blister Throat
What Took Over
27
28
ALEXANDER PETERSON
By Chance
29
SEAN TAYLOR
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33
CHRISTOPHER DIZON
Mismatched Shoes
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DANIEL RIDDLE
RODRIGUEZ
PATRICIA CASPERS
Sugar Says
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ANAPHO RA
Lets pretend like you love me. Lets pretend like
you mean it in the way I want you to mean it. Lets
pretend that Love is a commodity like Orange Juice
or Pork Futures, and that it is publicly traded on the
Chicago Mercantile Exchange. Lets pretend that
Time is merely an illusion, and that the only reason
calendars even exist is because skilled magicians have
been making time disappear since time immemorial.
Lets pretend like you know where the hell Im going
with this. Lets pretend like these light fixtures are
tiny planets. Lets pretend like you love me and you
cant sleep because your heart is pounding and your
mind is racing. Lets pretend like Mind Racing is a fastgrowing all-American pastime thats quickly becoming
as popular as NASCAR, despite the fact that it takes
place entirely within our heads and doesnt involve
spectacular crashes or flying tires on fire or guys named
Kyle sponsored by Marlboro. Lets pretend like gummy
bears are a real kind of bear and that 846 campers a
year in North America are mauled to death by the
green ones alone. Lets pretend that I have the heart
of a Lion. Lets pretend that the Lion is profoundly
uncool with this, and is now furiously chasing after
me in a desperate effort to retrieve his severed heart.
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HOW
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JJJJ
JJJJJJJJ
A L L H A IL T H E Q U E E N
I learned the definition of fierce today:
To allow the body to become display;
An acrobat of frizzed hair,
And color,
And Cheetah print
Pushed through fishnet;
This is who I am
When I no longer want to be myself,
When the myself that I am
Looks more like green lashes and heels.
This is when to vogue.
You betta werk
Like the stage is a hot plate
And you are sizzling oil.
Gurl, It takes a lot of taped up balls
To hold down that much confidence.
Serving face like you are the buffet.
Slaying the whole damn crew with your
Shimmy, cross over, shimmy, split, belly roll
All gazes surrendered to the hips
That say, we are the truth.
A vanity chest pried open
Spilling glitter onto the stage,
The most florescent shade of blood-pride.
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R E D I B IS
Menagerie is a word whose meaning is known
but not to be trusted. When I say menagerie
I see glasses of cut blue light from which no one
is drinking. Your hands, which did not and do not
belong to me. Wild animals, yes, but fixed: swaddled
and tarred. Things a child might play with.
In an alpine garden you crushed my mouth with a stone.
I swallowed my teeth, thinking This is what must be done
to make the stones stony again. The taste of earth is nothing
like a body. Its conspicuous lack of salt. The stone was
your mouth on my mouth. The stone was a very old word,
unspeakable.
You stood close and I stood close. I watched the red ibis
maneuver through the grasses. Close but not touching.
These heart-colored animals.
Remember? That first day in Paris there were parades. Streets
full of brown bodies and bright costumes. I followed you, for the
first time, home. Love is a lurid thing. The first day we moved
quickly through the bustle. The rest was covetous crawling.
You undressed me in view of an open window, though you
remained clothed. My nipples hardened under your appraisal.
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M ASK E D B O O BIE S
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MOUSE-COLORED
PENDULINE TITS
Whole are the nights we cut them into pieces,
beneath nests which dangle are you ready?
Incorporating a false entrance above the true
entrance which leads to a false chamber.
The true nesting chamber is accessed by the parent
opening a hidden flap, entering
the poem and wondering if youre in the real poem or
the fake part of your life you wonder
where the good is and then closing the flap shut
again, the two sides sealing with spider webs.
Ok, in my real life Im friendly I keep handing out
birds Im in love Im still in love
I never run out of birds the mouse-colored penduline
tits are busy making more mouse-colored
penduline tits. Theyre such active foragers. Their
long conical bills probe into cracks and
prise open holes. They sing Im the means of re-birth
baby Ive got tattoos for you,
let me place one on the most secret uncorrupted part
of you.
H u gh Be hm- St e i nbe rg
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PPP
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U N W ISE
It wasnt that I got the idea to have an affair with my
mentors wife. I didnt have the idea, I had
the fantasy, a different thing, practically harmless.
She had the idea. Was it because she could tell
I was having the fantasy, and wanted to show me
what reality looked like?
It started in a supermarket, not a setting Id ever have
associated with the beginning of torrid
relations, but then again, Id had no torrid relations.
We were on a grocery run for her husband.
Vegetables were needed to go with their steak and he
was out of whiskey. We were very quiet,
and I was wishing I had the gift of gab, being seldom
alone with her, and wanting to be able to
say a clever thing or two, make her smile. Wed just
bagged some Brussels sprouts when she
grabbed my arm so hard it hurt. She looked at me
very directly. I wanted her to loosen her grip
but at the same time was glad she had hold of me.
Patrick, I need a distraction in my life right now. I
want us to sleep together, like next week. I
dont enjoy simply thinking about it, I hope to like
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I cant, I said.
Give me a break. Can we be real here for a moment?
How often do you expect to get an offer like this?
Never again I imagine. And of course, I would love
to, but your husband means a lot to me; he
has changed my life.
I like him too Patrick, but thats neither here nor
there. In any case, he stands to benefit from an
improvement in my mood. Youll be doing him a
favorthink of it that way.
I did not believe that was a credible way to look at it.
I cant Sarah. It stands to destroy a relationship I
cherish.
Patrick, dont be such a drama queen. Ill give you
something to cherish, believe me.
She winked. I felt Id been let into a club I was in no
way credentialed for. The grip I had on my
protests came loose.
And something about that wink, what I imagined it
promised, broke the dam.
I believe you, I said. A woman Id found mesmerizingly attractive was putting her foot down,
P e t e r Bu lle n
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BLISTER THROAT
I mouth creep to florescent gun
in constant birth
I wire the itch
fasten onto antic sky
half-stitched sun
farewell brave rib
hammer round my salt
beak, its overdue night
neck always in loop
I am the milk inside
the doorway, pallid
eyes curbing thistle
dress the worms under
my breathI knot
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AAAAAAAAA
BY CHANCE
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W H EN Y O
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U R E C A U G H T
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A P O ST R O P H E
I was doing this cleansing
juice fast
returning from mailing and
picking up packages
when the Marilyn poster on
the door to my apartment
made a kind of snorting sound
hallucinations
great
but what did that sound
remind me of
twas the weekend before Christmas
Tony came to me
looking like he did near the end
face a skull
picking absently at a yellow
crust on his lips
and rolling it into a ball
Doesnt feel so nice does it
do you still grudge me the cigarette burns
when food tastes like sandpaper and snot
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Its okay
the parties arent as much fun as they used to be
he leaned in then
You want to know what
Miguelito is up to these days
Gee Im pretty sure I dont Tony
Fucken right you dont
but on that note I wanted to tell you
its time you settled down you know
and seeing how youre all alone
he rolled his eyes
On a saturday night
you will be visited by
three ex boyfriends
Holy shit you mean like dead ones
I dont think you have three dead ones
you always were a lucky prick
arrogant too
I like that in a fag
Good god Tony you dont mean tonight
with the place looking like this
and me looking like this
Ti m Donne lly
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MISMATCHED SHOES
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The parking lot was fuller now. She watched the front
of the caf while a woman struggled to get into the
door. She was opening the door first so that the she
could push in the stroller, but the large bags that hung
from her arms made it hard to maneuver. The boy
with the mismatched shoes ran over to help her out.
While Katherine watched him come back, she stared
at his shoes. The right foot was yellow and the left
was green. They were a dirty mismatched pair of high
top converse all stars. She cared nothing of the As or
baseball, but those two colors grew on her. She liked
the way they looked next to each other.
Itll be epic, Kath. In a few weeks you wont even think
about this place. You wont even miss it.
Youre just being nice.
I am nice. He flashed a genuine smile. She could see
his chipped tooth. Except nothing was missing and
his smile was perfect. People walked past them and
through the door. The afternoon crowd was coming
in for their caffeine fix. Katherine bent down to tie
his shoe. He didnt say thank you, but she didnt mind.
Are you guys done here? It was the woman with the
baby and the overstuffed bags.
She said yes at the same time that he said no.
Were just finishing up.
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She didnt hug him when she left the caf. Katherine
tried her best not to look back and see if he was
watching her. She heard footsteps but when she
turned around no one was there.
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S O M E TI M E S P O P IS I N S I D E
O F THE BO
TT L E ; S O M E TI M E S
THE BOT
T L E IS I N SI D E O F P O P
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SUGAR SAYS
Your mind is a rusted maze of junkyard castaways,
your tongue a lazy Rottweiler on a chain.
No one will love you like I do.
Whos going to cast a line into the heavens,
let it sink into nights deep pools,
reel in constellations star by glittering star
and offer them to you in a bright birch basket?
No matter, it will never be enough.
Listen stupid girl,
one more mouthful and its time.
The closed sign is written in your own red
calligraphy.
Put it in the shop window now.
All of those cicadas you heard at twilight,
they never were calling your name.
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