When Someone Says I Love You the whole room fills up with iced tea, something gives: the sun peels from your window, a sugared lemon, whole, flaming, hanging there. You tell them they must: puncture your chest with a straw to suck all the empty out, but because they say love they think they can’t… Continue reading Karyna McGlynn
listen for the sounds the fields make the tongues the trees are speaking in the love the leaves are making with the wind — Anis Mojgani, from “The Manual,” Over the Anvil We Stretch (Write Bloody Publishing, 2008)
This morning I awoke clutching your name with such reckless devotion that it turned to dust. — Michael Lee, from “The Addict, a Magician” (Rustbelt 2013) Button Poetry
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself. Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did. Go slow. I’m new to this. But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping. I have realized that the moon… Continue reading Buddy Wakefield
Woke up with my mouth on the rail again A minute’s more sleep and the train would’ve curbstomped me into oblivion, my scattered teeth a star show for the tunnel rats We are all a second and centimeter away from being art — Paulie Lipman, from “Sometimes the Light at the end of the Tunnel… Continue reading Paulie Lipman
even before we met, when the assignment was to draw words with their own literal meanings I would write out each letter of the word LOVE using winning halves of wishbones, melted Crayons and the toe tips of the great dancers who’ve quit dancing because I don’t give up on shit like that. —Buddy Wakefield,… Continue reading Buddy Wakefield
You have my permission not to love me; I am a cathedral of deadbolts and I’d rather burn myself down than change the locks. — Rachel McKibbens, from “Letter From My Brain to My Heart,” Pink Elephants. (Cypher Books, December 1, 2009)
