“Fuck your morals
And come fuck me”
ahmad irfan | “imgonnagetyouback”
This piece is raw and hot. To be honest I just needed a space
to share what I’ve written even if it’s in an email.
When I have a _____ at home
I stink up the whole house.
colin james | “TO DOMESTICATE IS TO DISSIMULATE”
I have hundreds of poems like this. I suppose everyone does.
They sit me by the Polar Water,
A swivel chair, my pedestal.
I haven’t blinked since April, but
They say I look clerical.
melvin tan | “I am Dead and I Work 9–5”
I have never written a humorous poem. This is a misfit. Please keep it.
how hollow it must be
to hear echoes
beget echoes
echoes2 = noise4?
ng zheng wei | “Echo—Chamber—Music”
Shit, I left behind a picture
of myself from the year 2000, and I cried
for the I, who in it, hung out with my two pets:
very loved, now long dead.
levin tan | “Spotswood”
I actually found this poem in the trash. Literally. I don’t mean the digital bin, but among sopping, soggy bits of things.
There were a lot of things that were no longer clear, words-wise, but because the feelings were, it was easy to clean up
(again, LITERALLY, not editorially) and send it over to you.
I echo Desire. Pleasure and Principle come
calling in the distance.
The rain on the window purrs, gaining
its footing among the soil of my need.
stephanie valente | “How to Bottle a Feeling”
