VORTEX by Katy Brown |
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SHE SERIES
by Ann Privateer she was sitting on her friend's husband's lap not really knowing how she got there his hard, athletic thighs yielding to her voluptuousness, her back to his chest his arms tight like snakes under her breast his chin a latch locking on to her shoulder she wondered if this could be a dream if she were in a monster universe, if explicit energy could set her free on this first night away from home away from the safety of the routine. Sleeplessness on her mind and the certainty of uncertainty. So full of the stew of you she dreamt of saying no, a word nearly forgotten on the road, alone some how or another, others always got in the way, their boundaries push to override hers no telling which ditch might catch them while lost and betrayed in the stew of you. Her mind meanders to kissing in public passion on display not the airport kind but the beach blanket right here, and now kind stroking, squeezing, the darting of tongues next to the old woman who sits alone on a bench eating a banana. |
PHOTOGRAPH by Myles Boisen |
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SATYR
by Elijah Enos I see you: your hairy back your unwashed beard your hooves scuffing locker-room tile you trot about braying and bleating the girls outside shake pom-poms and wait for the ball game to begin I pick up the towels you leave behind remembering one time (I was six) my mom pried two dogs apart with a hose she said they weren't doing anything I needed to know about they weren't doing anything it was just a joke animals played on each other and they both ran off now I see you're part of the joke and so am I |
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