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curated by
Meghan Thornton + Olga Zilberbourg
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Rohan DaCosta | rohandacosta.com
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but Ill be homesick there
for here
because in my time, Ms. Stein
there was a there there.
I was here and I swear:
it was there.
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THE LAST LULLABY
all about the whiskey, women, and that one bad night
when he slapped her and called her a whore.
She drove home the line about kind and hardworking
until it became our mantra, and
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it was one whole year before she married again.
We rejoiced at her wedding, because once upon a time
the Brothers Grimm, while warning of ogres
witches and wolves, had failed to mention
W ENDY B
ESI D E H E R S E L F
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reminds Wendy of the ancient, weak-hearted
Pekinese she rescued with her husband Daniel. He
never woke after the accident; the dog was put down
shortly after; and some days, Wendy prefers not to get
up, either.
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youve gotten some sun.
Je nny Xi e 9
she prefers her private pains to these. She feels the
arm watching her with its eyeless gaze.
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Wendy heaves the oven door open, its hot breath and
her frustration coaxing sweat from her pores. She
doesnt expect the arm to understand. It may have
gone cliff diving in Acapulco, toured the swamps
of Louisiana, but it hasnt experienced the house
without Daniel, brittle as any wind-shorn tundra
under her bare feet. Shes about to express this, but as
she turns, the arm hops off the counter and saunters
out of the room.
Je nny Xi e 11
Wait! She lurches forward but suddenly crumples
in pain, reaching across her shoulder to clutch
her stump, which feels like its burning. Nonot
burningtearing, as if teeth of glass and metal were
stripping her flesh, splintering the bone. Wendy
moans, and something wet, something warm like
blood and salty like the sea, seeps through the empty
sleeve.
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LLLLLLL
LLLL
H A N DS REFLECTE D
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build me a bridge to mishandle?
Ill meet you inside
my reflection
in the water beneath it
we can untie the ribbon
from a lullaby, watch
it unfurl loose like wet hair
over each awakening conversation
we can drink &
drink
&
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MANTRA FOR THE CURE
unburned.
untouched.
uncured.
Logan Elli s 15
oh you know black
boys can play basketball
torsos sneaker-marked
legs mangled in jerseys for hands that applaud
and go home to snap their blinds against
legs
sprinting through smoke in the dark street
skin.
scenery for what I cannot say.
skin.
I hear you.
skin.
is it easier for them to approach me knowing even my
fist is lightskinned?
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STANDARDIZING
Logan Elli s 17
are bruised white with you. the only black
you know is the charcoal
behind your eyes
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INTERPRETABLE RUIN
Logan Elli s 19
become: eager. his cocoon lit for lease.
flight on, eyesores; spider thought
illusory: body strapped in flame. what
does he want in the corner of prayer?
his body: dynamite stored
to mouthfixed to speak.
his mouth
his body
hes sore
cocoon prayer
become
illusion
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SSSSSSS
SSSS SS
SS
W HERE A H
AN D ST R I K E S
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A scream with each slam beyond words
blind to her, blind to the apartment
he is where a hand strikes him senselessly.
Is it back home in childhood or later in the street?
How can she love him through this attack.
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BLESS ALL THE LITTLE GIRLS
SACRIFICED
They said they would only rape us. As if rape
were different than death.
Mary of the Nuer Tribe, South Sudan
a mother pinioned
teeth at the throat
watched her girl
mauled
the first cry
strangled
a frenzy of feasting
never her girl a woman
beyond survival
Sandra Wassi li e 23
feel of a gun
in the vagina
a finger itches
to pull a trigger
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LLLLLLLLLL
LLL
UNKNO WN MAN
S H O T IN B O E R N E
maybe the way the band bites into a wrist or the gist
of pinkhood near a red cummerbund
All over Orlando, the city is burying its dead sons and
daughters today.
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There are not enough lilies.
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text from Retrato de un Desconocido by Horacio Pea
Lau ri e P osne r 27
DEAR DELFINA FLORES
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HHHHHHHHH
HHH
H O ARDERS
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Are already slapping strings,
Openmouthed folk songs so I drop a quarter
In the open hand of a hat,
Consider that Love
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Its not that Im crazy, or lonely
Im a journalist,
I clip the wings off other peoples stories
And make them my own
Pin down the fluttering into something sturdy
Something that makes sense.
Ha das Gosh e n 31
Capturing each move once shamefully preserved
For self til Writer became the written
Each word crossed out and critiqued.
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is just another something clipped A sootstained story
taken out of context Folded in place so we cannot fly
up In a gust of wind clinging our arms flat Against a
brick wall Somewhere just trying to stay upright. In
the morning there are subway trains that sing to me
Cleansing the night of memories keeping me up, Of
arguments I tell others come from my neighbors The
station throbbing with life as I place dollar bills In
other peoples hats My own box, I fill with adjectives
Easily stacked like stanzas One on top of the other
like I am fairly certain now There must be some sort
of meaning in the space Between the words or maybe
Between the people Between each thrust and groan
I have pocketed so much weight To make up for the
missing body of a man but tell myself it is making
space for what is to come A springtime purge Rose
has never known and Yet when she looks up from
her Newspaper nest on the floor where she sits Cross
legged waiting for me to get home eating her Whole
Foods hot bar Out of an oily brown box she saves
in careful stacks for rainy days When she tilts her
face up and quips How similar we are, us two spry
chickens single together in this city In her Brooklyn
accent thick as Rye bread I simply smile back and say
I cannot disagree.
Ha das Gosh e n 33
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SSSSSSSSSS
SSS
BECAU
SE O F TH E G E N E R A L
She had just opened an email from the New York Times
with the header that the articles were chosen specially
for her. This was odd, because the New York Times didnt
usually act like this, but she scrolled through the
articles they offered to see who they thought she was.
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newyorktimes.com, and began reading articles about
all the anti-environment oil interests who would be
dominating the new administration. She read faster
and faster, scrolling past the advertisements for
Chevron that were interrupting each story.
Sh e rri l Ja f f e 37
REFRAMING THE PICTURE
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BRING DOWN THE
Sh e rri l Ja f f e 39
about how a white deputy saved a black babys life
with CPR and then said to the reporter, They are so
resilient. Look at this little thing!
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IT WAS HARD
Sh e rri l Ja f f e 41
WHEN LAUREL RETURNED
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OKAY, SHE WAS
Sh e rri l Ja f f e 43
THIS WHOLE SITUATION
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FINALLY OUT FOR A WALK
Sh e rri l Ja f f e 45
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SSSSSSSSSS
SSS S
AVON AFTERNOONS
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preferred un look naturale: no make-up, no lipstick, not
even nail polish on her fingernailsniente di niente.
She boasted about her face creams, shower gels and
soaps, and an expensive French talc she sprinkled on
her skin day and night. But when I opened the door,
Signora Maiello and Luisa brought into my house the
smell of mold and camphor of the damp basement they
lived in at the border of town, near Naples cemetery,
as ifunder their hopeless talctheir skin had soaked
up the scent of all the flowers withering behind the
cemeterys walls.
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that I had sympathy for Luisa, even if the Maddaloni
girls said that she was sviluppata in her body, but non
in her head.
Sa ra Ma ri ne lli 49
common with Luisa. She wasnt like any of these girls.
She wasnt like me either. I was four years younger, I
had little buds on my chest, and I had already stopped
playing with dolls. When she came for her Avon visits,
we didnt speak much, and she would not let go of her
doll. This is why the Maddaloni girls, seventeen and
nineteen, whose breasts put together were smaller
than Luisas, called her una regredita. I didnt know
the word; I would look at her doll, at her confetti dress
with matching socks, her hairy legs and bruised knee
caps, and understood what it meant.
How do you do it? I asked her the next time she came
to my house.
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She said she filled a large pot with water and put it
in the freezer. Once the water turned into ice, she
broke the ice with a hammer and placed a slab over her
tummy a few days before her period was supposed to
come. Then she filled the bidet with icy water and sat
there for hours.
Sa ra Ma ri ne lli 51
Years later, there were a mother and daughter selling
miraculous, rejuvenating facial creams on TV. They
became so popular they bought their own TV channel.
Everyone knew them. Their skin did not look good,
just very suntanned, but they made millions with their
TV sales. After a couple of years of success, they fell
from their throne of fame, and went to jail for fraud.
Then, I wondered if Luisa Maiello and her mother had
gone to jail for selling Avon products that ruined your
skin. That would explain why they had disappeared
without a trace.
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LLLLLLLLLLL
W E W ERE GIRLS
for christine
those days
we lived
in quiet caves
n kickball games
laced our skates
to Dolly Parton tapes
built go-carts
n painted them pink
learned to slide
learned to slink
we rode
like smoke
under thick skies
n dry heat
down golden hills
n asphalt streets
on race day
we beat your brothers
down the hill
curving our craft
into the cul-de-sac
we rode so fast
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I lost track:
houses trees lawns
passed
time, too
we grew up
the world
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MARCH
The
star
magnolia is
in bloom
again
each
year
at this
time
it
unfolds
its
petals
flimsy
white
in the
Li sa P i a zza 55
winter light
and I remember
the
part
of the
story
I never tell:
how
scared
I was
to leave
the house
after the baby
how the
low tangle
of
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branches
shocked me
with
that
first
flush
of
flowers
both
delicate
and
strong
Li sa P i a zza 57
S SSSSSSSSSS
SSS SS
S E A T O SH I NI N G S E A
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her brother. Toby was more like his mother, bouncing
off of everything left and right, but he and Lizzie
could appreciate the beauty that came over time with
something vast and slow.
She would know when she saw it. He felt sure of it.
She would see it in the afternoon light too, it seemed.
The sun hitting the water at the end of the land. She
would see the way in which they were American when
she saw it. He hadnt planned the trip thinking that
he wanted to give his kids a feeling of America, but
it had become more important to him as they drove
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west. He hadnt known how much he had inside him.
He hadnt known how much he would feel something
that wasnt so much a rah-rah patriotism, but a sort
of quiet and personal kind. The California coast. That
would do it, he thought. She wouldnt be able to keep
up this thing she was on. He remembered how in his
youth his friends had been excited for L.A. and the
beach and girls, but he had been most glad about the
part of the coast where there was no beach, just those
cliff walls that went straight down, and an occasional
lonely cypress tree standing at the edge. As a young
man he couldnt say that he liked that more than the
beach, but now he could admit it wildly, partly because
he had Lizzie to admit things wildly with. Only she
didnt think it was wild. She thought it was normal. It
was normal to admit you liked an empty, lonely part
of the coast more than the beach because if she felt
something, it was true.
Si a ma k Vossou gh i 61
the sense that something connected the diner theyd
stopped at in Sacramento to everything back home in
Missouri. And to all that empty land in Nevada. And
to all the places he hoped she would go to in her life.
Chicago and New York and places he never thought
about much like Seattle. They were all America. And
they were all hers. He was excited for all the ways they
would become hers. He wanted her to be able to look
back, some time later when she was a young woman
in Chicago or New York or Seattle, and say that she
learned something about America when her father
took the family on a road trip to California when
she was twelve. She was going to need it. It would be
something solid under her feet. To know that for all
the ways the country changed throughout its expanse,
she was American through all of it. She was going to
need it to know that the bigness of the country could
be represented in the size of her own dreams. That was
something he wanted them to know, that this was how
big it was possible to dream in America. There was a
reason it had taken them eight days and nights to travel
across the land. It was because of the size of the hearts
of the people who had come before them. They could
have stopped at so many places along the way. But
then they wouldnt have reached the end, to the same
coast that had opened him up to the size of his own
dreams when he was young. She would know it when
she saw it. It was understandable that she wouldnt
have a sense of it back home in Kansas City, where
there was no ocean to measure this kind of thing by.
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And he began to get very excited for the sight of the
ocean, for the chance to present to Lizzie and Toby the
Pacific Ocean. The whole thing. It had to go from the
Atlantic to the Pacific. What were they supposed to
do? Were they supposed to not want to see how far a
thing went? Nobody did that. It was human to want to
see how far. It was as natural as when they tried to see
how fast they could run or how far they could throw a
ball. You had to go to the edge. The Pacific Ocean was
their edge. It was theirs all the way from Kansas City.
They would know when they saw it that it was theirs
and it had been waiting for them all this time.
Si a ma k Vossou gh i 63
AAAAAAAA
A AAA AAA
AA
LI V E A N D L ET D I E
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Factory, while wave after wave of scratch-off lottery
tickets, and trips to the casinos up the I-5, and nights
spent at the local strip club where girls bounced their
asses onto the faces of old men, had swept away most
of his fathers fellow refugees, leaving those pink-eyed
fools struggling to keep their families afloat.
***
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and respectable, of classy women to lust after without
messing with ones karma at the roulette table of
reincarnation. Or so those rascals mightve implied.
***
One night Toby snapped. One night Toby left his bed,
saw the television entertaining no one, and, like a
poltergeist had ensnared him from behind the cathode
rays, found himself climbing into his fathers beat-up
recliner, seduced by James Bond seducing another
woman.
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a stack of tarot cards, tricked the psychic Solitaire into
sleeping with him, causing her to lose her fortune-
telling abilities.
***
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Startled, Toby had never thought a concept as simple
as that was an option.
The only true worth a man has are his actions. At least,
that is what I hope coming to America. I hope that
what I do, how much use I have, makes more difference
than where we come from.
Yes?
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F FFFFFFFFFFF
F FF FF
FF
FF
M Y KING D O M
F O R AN ADVER B
Oh, I say.
No?
Yes, no.
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Its a negative, I offer.
I see.
But the truth is that Ive had a hard time saying no. I
couldnt say no to my girlfriend, which is how I ended
up here, in the States, living in San Francisco with no
money, desperate for a gig, hoping to teach Spanish
for seven bucks an hour, eight if I make it past the
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probationary period.
Fe rnando Me i se nh a lt e r 75
me: pale, boring, all the same. Not like California. This
place is like fireworks compared to Indiana, and there
are plenty of pretty Latinas around.
Im motivated, he says.
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What kind of job does he have? I ask.
I suppose, I say.
Fe rnando Me i se nh a lt e r 77
I decide to give this job a shot. I shake the supervisors
hand and we close the deal. I have my doubts, true, but
also I have never been good at saying no.
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MMMMMMM
MMMM
BIRTHDAY
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ROOMMATE
80
NOTHING
Mat t Le i be l 81
EVERYTHING
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EPIPHANY
Mat t Le i be l 83
- march 6, 2017 -