i have two DNAs one belongs to my old
i have two DNAs one belongs to my old by Romana Iorga self the other one is my sister’si don’t know how to write about illnessi write about fall fever & hopesomeone would read between the linesthere usually was someone who would check my pulse draw blood hookme up to an IV change my bedsheetswash the floor the toilet the sinkbring in the food close the blinds wipeoff my sick change my bedsheetstake the food out uneaten help meto the bathroom no modesty leftafter a while even when i wasdischarged what’s the point everyonehad seen everything i never feltmore unseen except that daysomeone stopped outside my reverseairflow room & peeked in she waspale she was old she was wearing allblack for a moment i thoughti was a goner then she moved on & ilived down the hallway someonecleaned out the room for a new patient Poetry Home Art by Morgan Auten-Smith
The More We Go The More We Don’t Know a Thing
The More We Go The More We Don’t Know A Thing by Briel Felton Even the yellowjackets are confused. The mosquitos, the wasps & the bees all in a tizzy. Say brotha it must be August, but I don’t hear the cicadas hollering with those big ass lungs. What the fuck is happnin’? There ain’t a flower to steal or skin to bite into. Just yesterday sweat pooled above my lip in the middle of this hot ass winter. I don’t know what’s going on and the yellowjacket who decided to use my apartment as hospice, don’t either. He asked to bum a cig. I told him I don’t smoke, and he let out of a string of obscenities which you do when you’re dying. I offered him leftover lentils. He looked up at me slow. Sweet cakes, you’ll never stop being confused ‘cause small patches change just as quickly as the world does. I ask him how he knew much about the restofthaworld. Television. I’ve heard your prayers at night. Begging. Bargaining. Answers don’t really do much. Might I suggest not looking for them. Just— & and the damn ministering yellowjacket croaked and I sucked his corpse up into the vacuum and finished the lentils. Poetry Home Art by Suzanne Benton
Biological Speculation
Biological Speculation by Briel Felton I bought the green carton of Newports. Lit one to time it and gave the rest to someone in need: a 14-year-old asking me to buy a 6-pack of beer in the 7/11 for him and his friends. I wonder if they are pretending to be their fathers. I thought my gift would take longer to kill them. So, these are the wonder years. All I know is the suffix -ette denotes something small. Cigar+ette= a little bit closer to it. Is the ‘it’ all we branch our organs towards? Like a little death, a deathette. I have things to learn. I still don’t know when to replace my underwear. I am an empty milk carton licking at the asphalt. The most astounding thing about us is we are made of the same things as a pile of dirt & no matter how many cigarettes we light the body talks us back to life. I’ve held my hand over a flame before. I pictured myself jerking the wheel too hard on a highway. 7 billion billion billion atoms decided to be me. What were the meeting notes in this urgency? In the second it takes to light a cigarette; my body has made a million red blood cells. I’ve prayed and cussed just as many times. Cells are irreversibly dying and I’m not so sure leaving anything behind will fix the flood. It depends on how much you inhale but it took about 7 minutes. The inhales were uncareful and maybe then I realized the expanse of lungs and their capabilities. Poetry Home Art by Peter L. Scacco
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She by Harry Potter Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poetry Home Art by Samantha Park
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Poetry Home Art by Samantha Park She by Harry Potter Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works? Poem Poem Poem Poem Four feet per line is pretty fun insert a good poem here across at least two stanzas, and never in couplets. then put the artist photo and name in the right margin, maybe? and link to a page with their bio and works?