If you asked if I'd go out with you now
I'd tell you no
Not because I thought
we wouldn't have the love we have now
Or that I'm too good for you
I'd say no because I'm damaged
Damaged beyond repair
Or so it feels like most day
And I don't think you deserve someone
Who's got damaged written across their forehead

I am not a rock
A rock is still
I’m always moving

I am not a moose
That attracts the bugs
I attract the fish

I am not yellow
Which is always happy
I am blue which is a combination
Of mad and happy

I am not a park
Where everything is social
I am a  garden that everyone checks once in a while

I am not a car that runs on gas
I run on sunlight

I am not happy or sad
But just in between


Kyle Hanson

Limp hair,
Sopping, strung out
Pallid skin
You look hollow
As if
Lying on a hospital floor
Was too soon for a coffin
Hands smooth down frizz
Your mouth, ajar
Bits of chalk, grinning
Only you could
You itch at the humans
Coming in
And out
In and out
Who couldn’t oir tus palabras
Thinking, too young and stupid
An immigrant
So you sat
Waiting
For the gringos tontos
To fix you.

me to cigarette
by emily morgan

cool quiet entrance
now his.
burrowed
invaded
imbedded
little stones
chipped wood
plastic fuzz glass
burnt laid down in a bed of
debris
sogging sitting tobacco
back from where he came


cigarette to me
by emily morgan

get your iphone out of my face
instagram ignorance
snapchat social justice
tweet tribal tattoos
facebook fascism/and-any-other-ism-you-know
tumblr sexuality issues
sweaty pierced skin
brow burrowed with thoughts
get your iphone out of my face