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curated by
Kate Folk + Evan Karp
featured artist
Cat Sommer | catsommer.com
HER BURDEN
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bring freedom to kids
she never raised but carries
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HER H
A I R A LWAY S S M E L L S L I K E
WHERE
VER SHES BEEN LAST
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means thats it means done in baseball strangely
means safe this is a feel-good story
remember us with our foolish routines stuffing
the gaps under our doors with wet towels but going
on to work when we were girls we were taught to
yell fire not rape this so they would come faster or
at all the sky is impossible but I have seen it once
before in a desert during a dust storm when I felt the
least important there were no wild animals who
came to lock eyes with meaning offer meat or
comfort there was only the sound of casino dings
faint and very very far away I zipped my tent and
cried and tried to think metropolis tried to think day
spa like these could bring boldness tried to think
sleep so you will not feel this when the winds
change we all think breathe shallow every
body is walking with a different colored bundle of
cloth for a head it smells in the house and we say
open the windows then no dont of course the dog
paces growling hoarse to guard us from things he
cannot see we are coughing in a vague way that
could mean anything mean allergies mean flu
season the man in the house says nothing didnt
we invent gods for this presidents as a kid I
would stockpile my prayers as a preventative measure
didnt they keep dont you want to feel good
dont you want to feel involved but not overinvolved
and also at a reasonable distance blow over isnt
how wild fires work you know the blowing is what
gets you in the surrounding areas they speak in
whispers like saying the word fire will call it to them
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an obedient pet then all uncontrolled muscle and
instinct when we were girls we were told to yell
fire not rape the lines of power they are always
always falling and we are not invincible we are
only lucky she wears her hair piled high on top of
her head like a satellite says shes trying to make
a connection at night i lean in and her hair smells
of smoke like she has been out collecting it like
she found so many strays on her rounds and a heart
too big not to bring them home.
Kri st i na Te n 5
SSSSSSS
SSSS
W H AT K I N D O F L O N E LY
IS YOUR LONELY?
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Its much cooler over here.
Good.
They spent all day talking about the heat wave. First on
the commute, then at their desks, then at lunch, then
in the meetings, then at happy hour, then at home on
the phone with their mothers, then at home with each
other and the seven oclock news.
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coldest part of a common day.
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NN NNNNNNNNN
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LANA DEL REY AND I,
LANA DEL REY AND I.
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under a lazy ceiling fan watching late night TV and
kiss and cuddle but no girl-on-girl action because
were not lesbians as such, just more like intimate
Mills College friends but were not averse because guys
really like that shit and it photographs so well, Lana, it
photographs so well, my darling. I guess adult toys are
alright, a double-header in one of those primary, jello
colors. Red or purple, you can choose, Lana, my bestie,
my doll.
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MMMMMMMM
MMM
T O K IL L A D J
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and the stink of offense was his grail. But what were
we going to do about it except write? But what was I
going to do about it except write?
Mat t Ca rne y 15
into a sex cassette tape for the sake of art, then
refused to retract it; I retold the story more than once
that hed robbed blind someones we admire of their
dignity in bedrooms and in backseats with alcohol and
browbeatings, that he used sob stories on rejection, that
new in town bullshit, that zone of friends swamprot,
the nice guy tripping over his tongue at the finish line
line. You already know it all: there is a lot of this. There
is a lot more. Everywhere. Like everyone else, I called
him out. So fragile, so manipulative. Id been angry for
years. I called him the fuck out. I wrote about it, and
tonight he was sitting there just the same, among us,
always, wondering, Jesus, could it be me? Could I really
be the bro? Is it my turn to play the bro? I trained my
eyes like razordiscs before all this outrage, and Paisely
just sat at the bar with his sweat beads and chuckles
and removing his glasses to the bartender, ignoring me
again. Always ignoring me.
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For four fucking hoursno, not fucking four, for
fucking sevenfor seven fucking hours I watched
Paisely Fucking Smith, age unknownage timelessa
common man, a common brodrink one gin and tonic,
froth and forth, fuck with quarters and dimes, fight to
sweat away my presence without looking at my silent
judging. I would wait him out for the first moment I
had a chanceslowly, stepping, in the backside of the
bar in the darkslowly, press the ghost gun into his
gut or chest or scrotumbang, the soft bang, bang him
away softly, then walking away, washing my hands,
wipe myself away. Who knows? But I wouldnt stay.
A beautiful bridge, a pristine railroad track. My task
would be complete to close this shite duct forever, and
then go. As kids might say one day, when one door
closes another door closes. Im not there yet.
Mat t Ca rne y 17
The DJ arrived in a V-neck. The DJ arrived in another
pair of black specs. The DJ arrived as another bald
heador a recently shaved away bunor a recently
shaved away Hitler youth haircutor a recently
shaved away beard with the wax onanother bald
head, another tribal tat and a corgi tat and a BMW
tat cross his heart, yeah, and wearing an incredible
smirk all the while. And because I was four or seven or
fucking eleven drinks in, I was completely astonished,
painfully flabbergasted, that stereotypes still roamed
the Earth to fuck with us in this terrible way.
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This was the moment I set the eleventh drink down,
rested my head on the bar, and closed my eyes. I
fantasized about mitigating the blas callousness of
the overheard conversation with violence. I imagined
asking with a grin, which frat you in, my bruh? Fuck boy
of the hour, my bruh? Then shoving and holding his
face red hot into a bowl of fresh pho, or a cream of
mushroom soupmy bruh, I cant hear you anymore,
my bruh. I cant hear you anymore.
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gentle and rhythmic bump, bump, bump, bump. Hitting
his soft head against the wall of door number one.
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MMMMMMMM
MMM
M A R R IA G E
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teenage brides. There was coverture and women
were property but most people were peasants and
didnt own anything so when we think of bad
marriage laws and sexism what we are thinking
about is
40-year-old men marrying their friends teenage
daughters, so of course they were trying to keep
the teenage boys away and of course
the teenage girls were really in love with the teenage
boys and of course
the boys wanted to kill the fathers and take the girls,
who were not their mothers but were somebodys
mothers already at 15, 16, while the boys had
to wait 20 more years to get married, if at all,
because what if youre not
the eldest son? How are you going to make money
before jobs were invented, or if your family is
too fancy for you to have a job and it would
embarrass them? So we are really talking about
the problems of a very few rich people and most
everyone else was free to do what people usually
do which is to pair off and sometimes stay in love
forever and sometimes
fight a lot but still stay together and sometimes split
up and try again
with someone else. But Freud came along and saw
that the younger people want the old people
out of the way, and not just for Marxs reasons
although that makes it easier to understand
cultures that respect their elders they usually
have a different structure for getting and sharing
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money. But Freud saw that boys want to kill
the dads and marry the moms and girls want
to marry the dads but if they, if the boys make
themselves into
the dads by killing them, that tidies that one right up.
Freud understood
the teenage brain. He knew that we all want to pee
on the fire to put it out.
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RRRRRRR
RRRR
ASK ME WHY
( PA R T 1 )
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like it walks itselfwalks like it fucks itself fucks
itself upand eats cab fare to get sober sober like
sundayeasy like sundayeasy like clicheclick like
clicheclick like tongues tip shatter like tongues
tiptip like fall overtip your dancerfront row is
mandatorymy best friend is a stripperand naked
is safemy best friend is safeand stripped nakedmy
friend is naked and safe is stripped when it comes
with stringsstrings like piano marionetteswires
exposedlike the virusexposed like the soulof the
robot that carried the virus exposedviolent like
virusviolet like violence ultra like violet and damage
like sunsun makes a circlelike straight jacketyou
fit like the sun and a straight jacketmore than i fit
alone im afraid how i fit
when i fit alone
alone like cancer
cancer like going out of business
loving like business
depression like business
none of your business
the business of happy
pursuit like the chase
and the game
i cant play anymore
i dont feel safe here
i dont feel like me here
i dont like me here
i cannot be here
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ask me why my fight is flight
ask me about the time i was cleaning out my closet
and found a male pronoun
ask me what happened to make me so broken
that i cannot fathom you loving me
beyond this honeymoon phase
sticky like honey
phase like the moon
like it wasnt a phase
because here i am at 30 and nothings changed
change like a pronoun
change like a name
change like when my girl tells me her man wont
invest in himself
I say, People dont change,
change like when my girl tells me she and her man
are drifting apart
I say, People change
change like a spare
like unnecessary
like throwing out pennies
cause who even uses them anymore
spare like a penny
in the trash
cause who even uses me anymore
change like a mind
change like a favor
change like small
small like forgotten
like invisible
like i wish
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change like memory
change like rewrites
and edits on a poem that never feels finished
finished like pennies
penned to the finish
you know what makes a writer
a writer finishes
finish like a writer
write to the finish
write to remember
write to rewrite
and rewrite
and rewrite
and rewrite
and finish.
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RR RRRRRRRRRRRR
R RR RR
J A M I E & JI M M Y
& JOHNNY & JACK
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ridges of my palate to firebloom
soft as smalltalk in lilac. & when I cant take anymore
I take them in. All at once.
To feel finer, free, high-modern & more like an orchid,
among succulents. Soft as
moss & gossip I cant wait to share.
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OAKLAND, AFTER THE ELECTION
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over and over.
Fuck the
new leader.
Fuck the
police. Fuck
the Election.
Fuck the
3rd Party.
The uniforms did not
budge. Would not allow us
to pass. They warned us. We
shouted. They warned us. We
warned them back. Music. Megaphones. Shouting.
Megaphones. They stopped
warning us. They aimed. The first time you feel the
launch of tear gas into a crowd
is like making love to a subwoofer at a house party. It
is in you
and through you all at once. Your esophagus is full
and twisted.
The ancestors in all their infinite wisdom neglected
to mention
the feeling of being choked
by strangers from within.
I thank them for this.
Had they warned me, I may have not heeded them.
Or worse, I would have never felt their hands pulling
me up to fight another day.
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- SET 2 -
MMMMMMMM
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G R E AT M E
N OF SCIENCE:
ANNE SEXTON
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kill herself and then she was put in a mental hospital.
She didnt really have anything to live for, she didnt
want to identify herself as just a mother and she didnt
want to just be a loving wife because, well
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I think shes teaching at, shes like full faculty at
Boston University
and her books are selling well so she decides to, ugh. So
those things are going very well but shes very lonely
because the men she, the men
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EEEEEEEEEE
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fantasy swords with chrome rhinestone-studded hilts
on their walls.
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cobra macho-ing up the sissy-bar, and on the wall was
a poster of a nude busty woman wearing only a boa
of course the kind with scales not feathers.
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tepid tales are creepylike the milk snakes that slither
into the barn at night to feed from cow teats.
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I established her huge
jug of Carlo Rossi, I licked it from my pinky
pink and tart. Everything was suddenly
copper and wet, rosy like that wine
and sharp, about to bleed.
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JJJJJJJJ
JJJ
EY NYX
AND JUELSIEOTFS O
CUT STARS
I am proud to be from Northampton, Massachusetts, a
town of 40,000 in the woods an hour and a half West
of Boston. We have a Southampton, Easthampton, and
a Westhampton, Massachusetts; not to be confused
with The Hamptons, a group of hamlets which form
the South end of Long Island, New York.
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over to my parents house in Easthampton early one
Saturday morning and ask my brother Chris how to
get to Westhampton. Chris is a heart of gold, red-neck,
NRA, doesnt care that the world is flat, drive anywhere,
probably been to Westhampton and never thought to
tell anybody, kinda guy.
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What? Chris finally says.
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with all the arrogance of cool wealth and mystery
I could muster as I feigned casually getting back in
my car heading West out of stubborn pride. With
a last glance out my rear view mirror, I wondered
where I might end up, knowing there was very
little chance of finding Westhampton, driving
West. Surely I would land in some small New
England town, and without explanation as to what
I was doing there, I would be burned as a witch.
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West from West Stockbridge for 2,800 miles I paused
to consider his question and my answer carefully:
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WWWWWWWWWW
WWW
WHISKEY IN MY COAT
S M O K E IN MY PO C K E T
feeling
falling
crying
crawling
the night is my friend
the road goes on forever
im a piece of broken glass on the road
Im fire on the ridge
lighting up the night
the mountains burn
the rain will come and wash it all into the mighty
ocean
im the river pounding through the canyons
violently smashing over the rocks
someone ought to cut me loose
im dangerous
im wild
and i wanna be free
i wanna soar over pico blanco
spit and flames dripping off my magnificent beak
feathers glistening in the afternoon sun
my shadow pouring over the rattlesnakes
slithering around far below me
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on the hot red shitty dirt road
im a shapeshifter
im a medicine man
sacred clown touched me with his magic last night
im forever
and im never
i dont exist
yet im everywhere all at once
spirit moves me
i wait for my orders
i grab my apprentice and off we go into the sacred
night
in search of magic and medicine
in the meantime were in the dreamtime
never going back to the straight world
got to be in it
but never of it
mystical blues trains running through space and time
im a traveling hobo saint
whiskey in my coat
tobacco in my pouch
coins in my pocket
theres nothing to go back to
and its hard to move on
somebody stole my horse the other night
never good to lose a horse especially one as
magnificent as mine
got that empty feeling in my stomach again
dont know what tomorrow brings
i cried a million tears on that wild blue mustang
rode her through the south coast of the sur before it
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all washed away with my two beautiful angels in
the backseat
its gone now
vanished in the night
like my love
all my love so tragic
exile is a terrible thing
but also an amazing miracle
i was called to the wilderness
i was called to the ridge
fist full of dollars
pocket full of magic
i gave it all for the ride
i lost it all to survive
wild west?
i am the fucking wild west
im a little bit country
but im full on rock n roll
got to be free
hold on red hawk things are getting real
maybe the worst is over
either way im starting not to care
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HH HHHHHHHHHHH
HH H
APOCALYPSE LATER
Apocalypse now
seems so dramatic and overblown.
Complete and total destruction of the world?
Really?
Cant we just divide it up into manageable chunks
that I can watch on my screen
with moderate doses of routine horror?
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and wont be put off
Its type A in so many ways
It wont wait for you to grab a quart of milk at the
store
or pick up your kids from daycare.
Now! it screams
But you whimper
Now? It cajoles.
What if you bargain.
Now. Its says firmly, like someone whos taken a lot
of parenting classes.
Okay, you say.
Okay.
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LLLLLL
LLLL LL
LL
H O W TO BE AL O N E
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random cosas you might think you need, that might
make you feel safe among the other noisy houses on
your block, remind you of the family member youre
actively grieving.
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the mall, or foreign countries. You can go the whole
day and not talk to anyone, if you like, or limit yourself
to the small, small talk that occurs between strangers
who encounter other folks going places alone. Or
the smiles. I would be okay if the last conversation I
had today was the exchange of awkward smiles that I
had with my neighbor whose name I dont know but
theyve lived in my building too long for me to ask. We
often rush out what we have to say so quickly that we
dont stop and think about how were saying it or,
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G R E AT M E
N OF SCIENCE:
SCHUMANN N
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a doctorate. So he was a distinguished man you see.
Still, Claras father was not impressed. But finally
when Clara turned eighteen they did get married
and miraculously Wieck or begrudgingly Wieck gave
them his consent. Not that it was needed anymore. I
dont think. And Schumann was not a very successful
composer but Clara was very successful as she was one
of the most famous classical pianists or just pianists
of the day. And Schumann wrote music critiques and
was kind of angry all the time about other composers
work or their music composition because it wasnt
good enough to see. He didnt think they were very
good. Brahms. He liked Brahms. He gave Brahms a
complex. So the story goes. And then uh, so Schumann
starts hearing music in his head and turns out that
Schumann had syphilis a while back and it didnt get
treated very well. He thought
The Rhines not that deep. Must have been cold though.
Because it was
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her. And it made Brahms nervous I guess and sad
too. But, um, while Schumann was there he wrote a
little bit, not much, mostly just crazy people things
because the syphilis had taken over, but he did write
a violin concerto I think that was the last thing he
wrote. Everyone thought he was crazy because it was
too difficult and not many people, not many violinists
played it after, not until Heifetz or some violinist
started playing it regularly or at least brought it back
out, blew the dust off of it. Anyway
all the time but she might have. And Brahms was sad
but I think Brahms was more in love with Clara. They
spent a lot of time together but nothing ever happened.
Maybe they touched hands one time on a bench and
that fulfilled them sexually maybe.
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AAAAAAAAAAA
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SIST E R -LAW
P A T PA R - O U T S E N T E !
K E R, P R E
PA R T 3 O F 3
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a Little MUCH More, AND!
on the Wild Side, during Francines Full Moon,
Full Moon and MONA! MONA!
The BUILDING of women.
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Palestine
Wheres the water?
Black Lives Matter
Wheres the right to even breathe?
The Deficit
Where are jobs?
Standing Rock
Where is ceremony?
Rape
Where can we walk alone?
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And that is just to name a few. Face it
Your body is not your own.
Scratch that
You are not your own.
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a gift to the disinterested, sinking with ignorance
in the quicksand of their own currency.
Your eyes
are sending last letters to loved ones.
Your eyes
read, I am dying
Your irises
are made of singed limbs overlying
limbs as a new flame engulfs them.
You roar inside and bleed out in the increasing heat
like sap.
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- november 6, 2017 -