Issue 6 – Fall 2019

TWO POEMS

I am cursed to see the ultraviolet but my brown mama says that UV rays hurt our skin and our...

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TWO POEMS

Nose Job I had you carved away. I scoured my face clean. Knocked out, they drilled chiseled,...

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THINGS I WANT

I acquire a betta fish, for no special occasion except, I’ve always wanted one. Small, shriveled...

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