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The Indictment

Chey Davis

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.

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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

Mark Cunningham
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