spring 2019
Table of Contents
Return to Home Pageorange socks there are bad men at the top Kate LaDew
Magnetic Resonance Lisa Mulrooney
Six Thousand Dollars Cole Depuy
Terrigenous Michelle Mitchell-Foust
Against All Odds Mary Lou Soutar-Hynes
I Am Allowed to Break Up With You Amy Kenny
Sixteen Weeks in the Caribbean Apartment Laura McGavin
When the Time Comes Soothing Cameron Morse
Across This Body First Generation The Wall Jeni De La O
Sophocles Martin Kippenberger's Bicycle Charles Kell
Catastrophe that Nearly Brought Down a Plane Sabyasachi Nag
Tensions Orange Bottles Sean Singer
Martin Kippenberger’s Bicycle
The pillbox, the rose, the search lights.
The hat blows away
& the rusty chain lies taut
strangling the places that turn small
wheels.
I was dope sick once, in a strange city.
Some curious passersby stopped
& with a gold tube of lipstick
drew a red outline around my shadow.
One camera snapped the famous
image, more flesh, a steel box,
framed in her vertical sarcophagus,
tiny & straight & not moving.
I—or the shape I was at this second—
writhed. The portico of light
crashed against my inner eyelid.
It was night, but not real night.