Three Excerpts From [PANK] 7 For Your Friday

“It’s suspicious the way the world looks
in the first few minutes of morning,
the color of circumvention, scattered dots
scrambling on a signal-less television screen.”

-Excerpt from “Conjecture in Early Morning,” by Kelly A. Wilson, forthcoming in [PANK] 7.

“I am turning into my father. It began gradually. My joints began to ache in the rain, my brow furrowed into a long
canal. One night I stood on the porch for a long time just staring into the woods. I am having conversations with
the radio now, I ask it how the hell it can be on the air and still be so stupid. I rake the leaves into small piles all
around the yard. My hair is turning gray, and the names of all the trees have settled behind my eyes.”

-Excerpt from “I Am Turning Into My Father,” by Sarah Tourjee, forthcoming in [PANK] 7.

“They gravitate to my scars. Awkward
humans gasping, Yours matches mine-
Then with biblical celebrity, cult camaraderie,
Your mom was almost- My mom also-”

-Excerpt from “The Jar Party,” by Eugenia Leigh, forthcoming in [PANK] 7.