Main Squeeze Literary JournalBy Sam Veres If you squinteverything looks like Nicholas Cage.Clinking corks into bottlesand they play Lobster Claw Judyin the fluorescent bubbles popping up through their lips.He thinks he is becoming a mountain chicken; he is not what he is, no matter the name.He is a lizard, a shark, a heat-seeking panther. Googly eyes on everythingbut […]
By Sam Veres I once saw a play about hunger. It was in a dream, really, but I wrote a review, nonetheless. The play was about women’s hunger. This sensation must not be confused with the hunger of other things, hunger for other things. No, women’s hunger paints over the tick tacky scuffs on walls, […]
write a poem as if you left your laundry in the same roomas gertrude stein overnightyou don’t want to be stein you just want to smell like her speak like o’hara just shat a little in your throatmaster the mouthfeelbut please wring it out firstIt’s not poetry without the p find a paintingand lick the oil off the […]
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