THE GENIUS GOES TO THE ART MUSEUM [wpaudio url=”/audio/6_16/demulder1.mp3″ text=”listen to this poem” dl=”0″] He enjoys the entrance the most, but not because of the gift shop. He already owns hundreds of magnets and an impressive coffee mug collection that crowds his counters and lines his window sills.
Disappear Behind Us
Marianne Colahan
[wpaudio url=”/audio/6_16/Disappear.mp3″ text=”listen to this story” dl=”0″] Before we began a brief and terrible relationship, when we were new friends, John took me hunting. It was shocking to everyone that I did it-me, this small, liberal, artsy girl. Me, who had never touched, never seen a gun before. We didn’t kill anything.
Jerking Off
Fiona Chamness
[wpaudio url=”/audio/6_16/Fiona.mp3″ text=”listen to this poem” dl=”0″] I. I have to admit that mechanically the term implies a dick. Some grippable skin circumferance, some handle, a thing which can be jerked on. (Off.) Fuck it. I don’t have to admit anything. Consider my hands. Jar lids. Bottle tops. Screws and seals of all kinds.
Ways to Swim
Catherine Campbell
My sister’s husband looks terrified. “Does this mean I have to have sex with her?” he asks, pointing at me. Julie and I turn toward one another, but I can’t look her in the eye, because somewhere between the coffee table and her face is now the image of my brother-in-law, naked. Sweating.
So, They Are Not Wholly Defenseless
Justin D. Anderson
Their four-year-old is in his bedroom getting ready. Since he was three-and-a-half, it has been his choice to climb into his little black suit for dinner with his white shirt-which he’d taught himself to button-and his blue clip-on.