Issue 2

Francesca Kritikos

Red velvet cake

 

from a box

smothered

in milk-white frosting

 

Everyone has a fork

& we stab at it

all at once

 

& we eat

what we kill

until there’s nothing

 

but red smudges

on our mouths

like fresh blood

 

This feels good

This feels like

it means something

 

HTML

 

Throwing up into sinks

sending you emails

wanting to be your

Craigslist Missed Connection

wishing it was like, 1997

& I existed within HTML

& that you were a blue link

I could click on and consume

 

 

Mantra

 

My favorite movie

has 5% on Rotten Tomatoes

so like, fuck every man

who acts like he knows

some objective truth


Francesca Kritikos is from Chicago. Her poetry has appeared in Peach Mag, Hobart, Hotdog Mag, and more. Her chapbook, IT FELT LIKE WORSHIP, was published by Sad Spell Press in June 2017. She tweets @sappho1996. 

Emily Corwin