Mundi & other poems
you’ll be
put
in a diaper
and
tended
by rubber gloves
and stare
at a blank
television screen
all day long
because it’s so nice
By Tóroddur Poulsen.
Formal Place Setting
Noun: Fork
Gender: Male
Often we end up on the floor. (We like to be close to the devil). We sing tunes there that no one can hear. (Except the devil.) We miss ice cream. (We miss the devil.) We’re sons of acquiescence. (And the devil.) We adopt the recovery position. We spare excessive delicacy. We’re revolutionaries.
New fiction by Sophie Collins and Livia Franchini, with art by Anastasia Kashian.