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      • Full Catalog >
        • 2018 Chapbooks
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          • Loathe/Love/Lathe by Aeon Ginsberg
          • our own soft by Katie Clark
          • every time i park my car I feel like i'm doing something wrong by Joseph Parker Okay
        • 2016 Chapbooks >
          • 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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          • Moon Facts by Bob Schofield
          • Juliet II by Sarah Xerta
          • Bird Lizard Horse by August Smith
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"​You’re like—dating you is like

dating a desert that’s secretly a domme--
a bite-mark bruise, an affectionate confection, the fat insides of grapes."

Tyler friend

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Tyler Friend is an apricot/human hybrid grown in Tennessee. They edit the online poetry magazine Francis House, and their poems have appeared in Tin House, Hunger Mountain, and the window of a bar called Charlie O’s World Famous. 
"On You" 
You’re like pancakes topped with real Vermont maple syrup
and an orgasm, an orgasm bestowed by a deity.

Like a goddess that is easily calmed
with tiramisu and tongue. Like sinning

just for the flagellation. Like dating a Catholic
is like dating an alcoholic cat. You’re like—dating you is like

dating a desert that’s secretly a domme--
a bite-mark bruise, an affectionate confection, the fat insides of grapes.

You’re like the burger and the grease fire. Like
Danny Zuko, only without the misogyny--

just a leather jacket and a beautiful voice. Like a Southern drag
queen, a blood orange Long Island. Dionysius

in the Caribbean, Sunny D spiked with tequila.
Like dating Miss Frizzle, only you secretly bought all those outfits

just to wear for me, but you can still write them off as an expense, and now
you’re fucking me as a spider, bat, butterfly, beehive,

blood cell, snowman, amethyst, mechanic, planet, shmanet--
Janet! Dating Miss Frizzle is like dating your childhood, which can get pretty

confusing. Which is like dating you. Dating you is like raspberry cheesecake,
whipped cream made out of cum, like dating a cock

​without the nuisance of it being attached to a man.

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