by Dustin Beall Smith
When I woke up I found myself standing naked on the second floor balcony of the
motel. I gripped the metal railing like a deranged Caesar and prepared to
address the populace. Looking out over the dimly lit parking lot, I realized
there was not a soul in sight. I checked my wristwatch, then assessed the
situation. For some reason, being naked at 4:00 am seemed less crucial than what I needed to say to the populace.
by Richard Frost
When we have a bad day—like today
on this hot, pelican-infested thread of land
beneath Florida, me stepping on your heel,
pulling your shoe off as we enter the restaurant . . .
by Beth Ann Fennelly
You thought by now you’d be wiser,
not still falling for the old x=y.
You wonder how you’d do if you were
the last person on earth and had to found
a new civilization: Could you describe
how an engine works? A radio? A light bulb?
by Albert Goldbarth
“Yesterday morning, root canal. That night,
a power failure. How lovely:
throwing up by candlelight.”
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