love story in five acts

Jen Hallaman

when you’re twenty-two
& dying
to hide
the weight of life’s
weightlessness

beneath the table:
our knees’ first kiss

Paradise

Esteban Rodriguez

The sharp and salt-
scented waves are glazed like a sheet
of wrinkled cellophane, like endless

bubble wrap popping softly on the shore.

Something wicked, this way goes

Vaishnavi Pusapati

Touched by grief,
besmudged, wrapped
and ribboned.

Crawling Beast

Juno Wolfe

It was then that Mary Fisher looked for the first time upon The Body.