Dead-of-Night Blossoms

By R. ZAMORA LINMARK

 

Books burning 3:39 a.m.

Chapter 6, Don Quixote.

 

Touch-me-nots

Wilting-in-progress.

 

Aspire à la Ashbery

Devote to the Impossible.

 

Darling, did you dry-

Clean my martini?

 

Proceed with caution:

Grief under repair.

 

 

[Purchase Issue 13 here]

R. Zamora Linmark’s new poetry collection is Pop Verite. He lives in Manila.

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We love any excuse to hear from our contributors! This month, our Issue 13 authors and poets tap into their literary communities as they recommend works by colleagues, friends, and Pulitzer Prize winners. United in their affection, the authors are nonetheless divided by their selections, as their choices shed light upon nowhereness, colonization, and Florida oranges.

Good Boys

MEGAN FERNANDES
Once in a car, a good boy / shook me hard. If you like it / that way in bed, then why are you… / the tiny bruises on my arms / where his prints pressed into my pink/ sleeves rose to the surface like rattles. / Like requests. They thrived there / for a week until they settled /

What’s Goin’ On?

JONATHAN MOODY
On Marvin Gaye’s birthday, the D.J. / introduces “Sexual Healing” as the sole song / responsible for why some of his listeners exist. / If he & his wife were having trouble conceiving, / he would’ve skipped over the cliché / the way he skipped over the details / of Marvin’s tragic death