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[bostonpoetryslam]

You are a belt. Not sure if you’re helping to keep me up or down My heart sags like the delinquents God A crocodile saw me one night and decided to grow sharper teeth You winked and I became an emergency room full of children with the same fever

Siaara Freeman, “We Said I Love You, But I Think We Were Both Trying To Get The Last Word,” published in (b)OINK

[bostonpoetryslam]

Jeanann Verlee, “Beast // Never Been,” published in (b)OINK

[bostonpoetryslam]

Death is its own miracle—it happens whether you believe in it or not.

Devin Kelly, “After Leaving the Funeral of My Friend’s Father, I Don’t Know How to Deal With the Sound of Us Crying,” published in (b)OINK

[lifeinpoetry]

other cheek  girl / hold my  breath girl / suck in my stomach  girl / hold  my  hand  girl /  hold  my  hand  cuz  I’m  scared  girl / scared girl / scared of this mouth or this knuckle or this gun or death or you or anything girl

Jeanann Verlee, from “Beast // Never Been,” published in (b)OINK

[iheartfailure]

This Hobbit Takes Manhattan

I refer to myself as a hobbit from time to time because a) I like to walk long distances and b) my feet tend to be dried and cracked probably because of a) but also because I don’t moisturize my skin enough. Next week, I am indeed going on a journey, a long one, but not walking because it would take me weeks to get to where I’m going. I’ll be doing two readings from my novel, The Adventures of…

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[anhvub]

Diagramming the Flood - (b)OINK

This morning is more punch drunk love than punching bag. I called twice to tell you I love you. A voiceless voicemail, woods lost in the suburbs. I bought a compass from the compass store but threw it out after I lost the directions. Where do you go when you go where you go? I’m …

New poem out in the inaugural issue of (b)OINK