by Holly Woodward
A Place to Put the Body
All parties barely survived: the gas pump,
the driver and the truck that sailed
into my uncle filling up on his lunch break.
A body can stand up then snap into nameless
and brand-new positions. Just shatter,
reconfigure, medicate, release.
—keep reading: A Place to Put the Body by Jennifer Bundy
Thanks for the years, the ten most beautiful
that possibly could happen here, if looked at
from somewhere up above, an airborne satellite’s
perspective—still the same old Eastern Europe,
best place to disappear, one generation
after the next, leaving behind so many
town squares in ruins, partial archives, shoes
scattered about, stray combs and hair, hair
—keep reading: In Translation: Wind // Wiatr by Tomasz Różycki, trans. Mira Rosenthal
by Jennifer Bundy
by Jennifer L. Hollis
by Kelle Groom
by Kimberly O’Connor
by Lauren Camp
by Lourdes A. Gautier
Ode to Drag Queens
Lashes, lashes, lashes—
swimming in disco ball petals—
face and body for days. Tucked
and destroying that stage.
Girl, put your glasses on
and read this whole club for filth.
—keep reading: Ode to Drag Queens by Michelle Peñaloza