BABY JAR

BABY JAR

“Does he take you on picnics?” she asks. He does. But you are much too contemporary to think he takes you on them. You take yourself. With him. She pffs. A shadow crosses her face. “On Sundays?” “On Anydays,” You tell her. She wants to know if you pack cheese and...
In Waves

In Waves

Don’t tell Eli. But I keep one of her bottles in my backpack. One of these days, a big announcement is going to go out on the radio saying it’s all over and things can go back to how they used to be. We won’t have to walk every day and sleep in a tent, praying another...
mirage

mirage

mirage by John Sweet https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/mirage_-_john_sweet.m4a drugstore at the farthest edge of the desert but                           we had a map, had my hands in your blood, had your teeth in my heart...
The Onion In My Pantry

The Onion In My Pantry

The Onion in My Pantry by Kyle Brandt-Lubart https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/The-Onion-In-My-Pantry.m4a (I-Dec) It’s winter No longer or more abrasive than it usually is Every morning begs me to suspend my disbelief in bad...
skinny

skinny

antibiotics paddleundiagnosed dysmorphiadivining the Tigrisblood / brain / barriergiving me aneed to peemyunfelt dreamten poundsbelow average weightfinally   somebodyyetnobody thinks to say           are you really okayI must be my bodydisappearing at seaa shadow back...