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Nativity [private]


in the dream where I run without breasts I am motivated by flight, I haven’t yet begun to unweld the framework, invent new trauma, whip the stitch arching each bosom as victuals dangled, withheld. when I hemorrhage against design it ain’t incognito. the neighbors walk their dogs past me. that’s me smoking in the alley, letting roses from my wrists.

Death of a Cat


Little beast on the metal table, she took
the needle into her forepaw 

and didn’t flinch. The medicinal death
fit itself inside her, ran the blue and red map,

burned up into her lungs and brain
and heart, which slowed,

and she slept until there was no breath left
and her body emptied itself of air.

Haunted House

I moved into the haunted house
and gutted it to the bones. I wasn’t alone then,

and worked there as a team. 
We evicted squirrels from their vast nutshell nest,

filled dumpsters with fifty years of trash.

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Poetry Poster #12: David Mason

April 15, 2013

This month's poster features a poem from David Mason. It appeared in our Spring 2013 issue on The Business of Literature. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here.   [...]

Poetry Poster #11: Victoria Chang

February 22, 2013

This month's poster features a poem from Victoria Chang. It appeared in our Fall 2012 issue on The Female Conscience. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here. [...]