Tag Archives: Aidan Forster

Third Night

In Florida, it seems the sun stays out longer than where I’m from. I have come here to escape clay, brick. My father taught the boy I am with to be less like his mother. The boy buys me a … Continue reading

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Creationism

In the beginning I snapped a wishbone into uneven pieces. I cleaved the new earth into two bowls and circled them with the menstrual blood of my daughter, the milk from her breast. She fled, looked to be filled again. … Continue reading

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When Told Not to Chronicle Eroticism

after Mary Szybist If I were a classical nude, the distance between my nipples would be the same as from my nipples to my belly button, the same distance from there to the split head of the pelvis. The body: … Continue reading

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Prom Song I: Carnival

The boy invites himself along. He jumps in the photo. He places his mouth near mine but I am tired of trying to fit my mouth in someone else’s. I want to make my tongue into an artifact, untouchable. I … Continue reading

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