Have we come to the last place? When, at our backs, there are no more corners to slip into. When our scrabbling, scraping, climbing of the proverbial walls, puts us in the corner of the ceiling above the window, between the light fixture and the switch, tucked into the corner, the four corners, facing outward, facing a room, a street full of questions and answers that perfectly erase the very breath from our mouths.
The very breath from our mouths.
"Fuck your Breath."
The very breath from our mouths.
Chey Davis is an Associate Professor of English at Delta College in University Center, Michigan. She specializes in teaching social justice under the guise of English. She is the author of one chapbook, Collection, with BiteMarks Press, and is a member of the Broken Nose Collective.
ISSUE THIRTEEN: Ye, Smelly Tsar
Ashanti Anderson
Goddam
Alan Elyshevitz
BLDG A, STE 4-22
Deidre O’Connor
Vision at a Dublin Airport Hotel
Claire Scott
The Morning After
Daniel Lasell
Above What's Under
Chey Davis
The Indictment
Hilary Sideris
Park
John Rodzvilla
Then Bring It Double (12 & 35)
Kathleen McClung
After the Election
Matthew W. Schmeer
Disturbing the Peace