Issue 1

To know the intricacies of orogeny,
adulteries of the platypus.

Today, I become a being of pure dignity.

My youngest son holds the crawling, drenched bee, dragging its wings’ skeletal frames across his palm.

Rouging/ my snarl, I remember my first/ tough bitch

Penitent medusa, eat
a liver every day.
Chew our chances in half.

Say something
revelatory the next time this happens. Talk until you mean something.

Is it true her bones are hallowed?

this is to say/ I fall in love when I turn my palms/ away from my body.

Each misheard word is a universe of meaning unto itself.

my son traces desire like a scope, a bed/ of blood to feed his brain

I’ve already been told I’m one in two million./ All it made me was sick.

For me, there’s not much to say./
I don’t have adapted forelimbs. I drove to/ the office and home again.