Main Squeeze Literary JournalBy 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 […]
For Joseph Kunkel in the cemeteryi am fat and bluntlessyou, your solar anus resting on the grave marked“Big Ronnie,”are dressed as if to say“that guy can run.” your semen sigil of infinite squarespaints the body greasy untilbasically, I love you pray to your moon-gilded god for love and he explains that seahorsesare not related to horses at […]
In my kitchen, an angel comes down from the blinking star Hypoxia: “Get your passport renewed before the nazis come back to Earth,” high and canted arcs of sparkling white hairs the paths of small missiles. Destroying fridge magnet poems, She flaps outside and across the square to the fundamentalists: “God flees the world because […]
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