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Selfie with a U-Haul by Lisa Summe

aulapress — Wed, 31 May 2017 04:34:59 +0000

You come to me in a dream, with a U-Haul , and so does that waiter from the gyro place on McMillan, but in the dream the guy is your brother and translator, and the only way I can talk to you is to talk to him first, tell him everything I want to say ... Read more

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Coming Out by Lisa Summe

aulapress — Wed, 31 May 2017 04:32:37 +0000

I drive an hour to your apartment, having only met you twice, wondering what a girl like you, 25, a Master’s degree, wants to do with me. I’m 20, been out of my parents’ house a month, out of the closet a week, and I go to college but don’t know why. I shook your ... Read more

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Theoretical You by Lisa Summe

aulapress — Wed, 31 May 2017 04:30:45 +0000

Back before you existed to me, before I kissed you up against a wall in winter, and our knees touched for the first time, before we took off our socks— most intimate of intimate— you existed to me in theory, in childhood games where I was the prince and you needed rescue, in my journals—drawings ... Read more

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Scottsdale, Arizona is a metaphor for death and apathy mixed with memory by Rosemarie Dombrowski

aulapress — Wed, 31 May 2017 04:26:10 +0000

the femmes are getting violent (or maybe they always have been) when you realize that you’ve fallen asleep at the wheel and awoken in a warzone flanked by three Silverados and a beige-gray, post-monsoon, steel-blue bumper, which reminds you of the blue of a police car’s strobe or the eyes of a model on the cover ... Read more

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That time you said you wanted to fall in love by Rosemarie Dombrowski

aulapress — Wed, 31 May 2017 04:24:04 +0000

(a Kerouac-ian remix) We climbed to the top of a mountain. I carried a lantern and a jazz singer as a guide. I felt the calamity of dust, heard the atomic pulse of the womb. You had that lousy feeling of not being high so we poisoned the pear tree and watched it die like ... Read more

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