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    • Our Theseus by Nathan Jefferson
      Last week he was a dishwasher who his coworkers called Ricky. Today he’s a day laborer named Eddie, clearing a pair of fallen trees off a new build’s lawn and fixing up a large garden. Rotting plank ripped out, new plank inserted.
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      Ruth stood on the narrow iron bridge, gripping her father’s obsidian necklace, and wondered how many years it would take before the river wore them both down to nothing.
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      She holds the dice up to me. “For good luck?”
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      I hungered into that quiet until— there—unbelievable!— a wolf spider scuttled onto a leaf.
    • Saturation by Claire Oleson
      I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.

Prose Poetry

Poetry  / The Weekly
To Be a Girl by Sarah Freligh
November 1, 2022
We’re bleeders or will be. This is what they tell us in a dark room, blinds drawn, rows of desks just so
Poetry  / The Weekly
BEFORE I GO by April Yu
October 13, 2022
We’re sitting with tangled legs, elbows propping fruit-heavy bellies skyward, brushing hair and daylight out of our eyes.
Poetry  / The Weekly
Stages of Choking : etymology of overcoming dysphoria by Nina Miller
September 29, 2022
Life revolves around someone else's gravitational pull, and it's never enough.
Poetry
Minecrafting in My Daughter’s World by Daniel Flosi
September 18, 2022
She tells me how she discovered the zombie spawner in her chest. Says it’s better to create & keep them than to encounter one in the liver-dark blindness of forests.
Poetry
Where by Jessica Manack
August 16, 2022
And there, in the underpass that’s always flooded, we joined our puzzle-piece teeth. We ignored the graffiti.

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