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Fuck Me Heels
a method of strapping crocodile over
smooth enameled skin, freshly waxed
and tan, laundered fresh, slide the foot
slowly at first, tentatively point the big toe
wrapped in Lady Luck red and slide
slide across the sueded bottom
with velvet of foot whose bottom
is flushed pink, embarrassed,
red-lipstick whispers of
never-been-touched virgin skin
let the heel fall, not pop, into strappy back
crisscross cage inside unforgiving black
pinch the thin, quiet strap through the mouth
of the silver clasp, slide up inside the sheath
and violate the thinness with metallic stab
squeeze the buckle closed and release
the pressure from your fingertips
that singe like cigarettes
and flex like a full-bodied moan.
Anytime
by Alexander Kang
let go of the ball and the world came up
She told me something important but I forgot about it
So I asked her,
"Jenny, what was your name again?"
A scientist thought of an elevator
and wrote about gravity
A painter thought about autumn
and painted a portrait of himself
A poet thought about pain
and wrote about her
Do you know what appears
if you stare at a pencil for a long time?
A pencil
What's fair, you ask?
A fish cannot breathe at land
A human cannot breathe underwater
Isn't that fair?
Or is it a balance?
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Etquette
Being Cheated On
is kinda like
getting all the way
to the end of the
Narnia series
before realizing
it was really about
Christianity,
not some awesome adventures
with a talking lion
and a really annoying boy
Poems by Logan Corey
by Emily Morris
"They bleed for each other," Mr. Shifterton said in that all-knowing, dra-
matic tongue that only writers and philosophers talk like. "Silly, silly kids."
Mrs. Carrysherself licked her sticky lipsticked mouth and nodded along,
vodka-glazed eyes batting heavy lids, thick with black and blue dust caked
on like sympathy on church Sunday. Clammer-lashed in the kitchen, a'
waiter tripped dishes slipped lids lifted women sifted in purses for dis-
tractions men glared at watches and re-tracked conversation tactic com-
petition lacking spark. No sir, sorry sir, voices blurred and jewel-adorned'
necks and shoulders shifted. Upon noticing a rip in her stockings, Mrs.
Carrysherself exited the party hastily. Mr. Shifterton took his wife's silky
palm, nails scratching off beauty and the two followed, sniffing in pungent
odors of bottled flowers and exhaled wine and Lysol.
I put a lemon candy in my mouth
and it tastes like lemon
Though the Sun
still rises in the morning
and sets at night,
I became this
and you became that,
and now that I'm this
and you are that,
for you, I want to sleep the night
So I turned on the switch
and created light
Pressed the button
and produced a film
Drew lines on a paper
and wrote a poem
Turned a knob
and changed the weather
Killed myself at twenty
and died at twenty five
From what I heard,
time cannot be reversed,
but if today were to be yesterday,
I would make the same mistakes twice
AUSTIN HUFFORD/Daily
COVER PHOTO BY ARJUN MAHANTI/Daily