Issue 3: May 2006.
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Lemme Hear You Say Yeah
by Corey Mesler
We rode the turntable
till the song
made no sense. That bit at
the end is back-
wards. And afterwards I said
to Libby, lemme
take off your wimple. She
was that kind
of sandcastle. Later, regretting
our intimacy,
I asked for her hand in mortgage.
She said, take
me to the fairgrounds and leave
me with the rides.
All the yesterdays accordion
now. And Libby,
that bright face of wanton list,
stays there like a star.
Like a star in the morning, a
real live transparency.
With Susie at the Top of The World
by Corey Mesler
We came full of questions.
We thought we were making something,
a future. It was starlight
that answered us. We sought the best
of each of us, our own glow.
Then, when even that bridge collapsed,
we started to love each other.
It was a pitiful concession. It was cheap
for the cost. Susie said,
Look up ahead, I think that’s paradise.
We gathered our thoughts. We
set out again, this time without a catechism.
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