The fly is an old grandmother settled down on a laptop screen lulled by this electric heaven she forsakes all shadows beyond it
May Issue
After We Talk About Cosmogony Over Wine, poetry by Marina Starkey To the Aliens Employing Their Best Cryptologists, prose by Anna Forsythe Kayewood Family Holiday Portrait, poetry by Jenni Morgan The Pigeon, poetry by Marina Starkey
After We Talked About Cosmogony Over Wine
I plucked my eyelashes out for you one-by-one, to the rhythm of love and love nots. The pattern fell in your palm like a new moon cycle, disappearing into the blankness of that night. Those fools had nothing to hold on to anymore anyway. But my eyelids got lonely soon; they didn’t understand why their shadows were gone. You …