Spring 2017

Edited by Andrea Spofford | Barry Kitterman | Amy Wright



​Poetry

Confession

​Jennifer Moss


I did

 

in the hunger

 

and I did

 

in the fingers

 

and in the flies going blue to red

 

in the snap I did

 

in the room of masks

 

I did in the flags looking tight I did

 

in the crackers and spreads

 

in the newly cut bone

 

in the clotting I did

 

in the clothes

 

in the blubber in the motherfucker

 

in the pool or strange

 

sunshine when everything felt blurry

 

in the meat that leaks

 

in the gullet in the no no    no no no

 

I did

 




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