by Marcy Rae Henry
you ask: how many pictures will we take
before it’s time to give up the bra
by E. Hiroko Isomura
i’ve been tracing the shape of my lifeline through livestock-stalls and mud, grown foreign and faded.
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by Rachel Lee
We have conversations no one remembers. Some months later, I break up with my boyfriend.
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by Gabby Vachon
Defiance, but smells no different to the line of cattle
in the drive through
by Sarrain Soonias
im gonna kill him
people need to get to the creek where the adventure happened