what she’ll do—one bottle of hoarded pills / and one of good bourbon, a spot she’s picked / at the base of a hickory
What She’ll Do
Author: psalteryandlyre
Symptoms and Pathology of Swallowing a Foreign Object: A Symposium
God: / Which is my best invention— / swallowing or vomiting? / I still can’t decide.
Flu
I made a blanket out of sideways glances / and spent the day taunting the fish.
Best New Poets 2019
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Waiting for My Son at Midnight by the Church at the Edge of the Small Woods Where the Kids Get Stoned
windows throb like human organs: blue heart, / maroon brain, gold spleen
Snow and Sand
The wind blows snow across / her cheek, like stinging sand / a crystal burning.
As It Is on Earth
Is it finally fair to say like gods / we make images to pour ourselves into?
When It’s Time to Leave: Conversation 4
If you’re not-Mormon, it’s impossible not to be aware of being not-Mormon. You learn about the Mormons, in order to be not-Mormon, and in order to not be tempted into being married to a Mormon.
Three Poems
My sister casts buttons through / her window—they shadow / / like pills into small ponds / of late winter ice.
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