5/18/16

The NEW May Issue of Pith has arrived!

"The sky needs to be pulled apart
into two pieces,
one to fit in each
river down.
The river of sludgy lies.
The river of cold wet truth.
Which river will hold on
to your shimmering alabaster
thighs with stalkless barnacles?
Inside stockings live my kneecaps.
Inside my hand lies a gun
metal alloy."
from the poem "Grave Contortionism" by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook, appearing within the new issue of Pith, surrounded by lots of other poems!

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