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every time i park my car I feel like i'm doing something wrong by Joseph Parker Okay
2016 Chapbooks
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I Was Talking About Love—You Are Talking About Geography by Bob Sykora
Make a Fist & Tongue the Knuckles by Emily O'Neill
I Can Remember the Meaning of Every Tarot Card But I Can’t Remember What I Texted You Last Night by Elle Nash
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Juliet II by Sarah Xerta
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Traveling Bookstore
sally burnette
sally burnette
is the author of two chapbooks:
laughing plastic
(Broken Sleep Books) and
Special Ultimate: Baby's Story: a Documentary
(Ghost City Press). They grew up in North Carolina but now live in Boston. They read flash fiction for
Split Lip Magazine
.
"trash"
for M
you moved your shit in
with a black trash bag
a nurse plopped it by my bed & i
fucked up on klonopin
wanted to get up but couldn’t
or could get up & did
but didn’t want to
didn’t want to meet
the newest intruder
another person to lose later
to hide from
or betray
& i noticed on top
of the pile in the bag was
a photo of your family
wearing matching outfits
carmine collared shirts i think
i think i told you i had
family in athens too
atlanta actually
close enough
or maybe i just told you
in my head
i wanted that connection
even for a second
even if it was a lie
i still think about the trash bag
bulky with the things you were
allowed to keep the
soft razorless things
a glassless bottle
inspected letters
name-brand tampons
scraps of your life before
before you
went away