Poetry by Meggie Royer
Issue 4 / Poetry

Poetry by Meggie Royer

Once as a child you believed the graveyard shift
meant whole cemeteries uprooting themselves &
passing like ghosts through cities
to some other hills
that would accept them as they were,
would take them in
with the grace of an unhinged door.
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Poetry by Maya Jewell Zeller
Issue 4 / Poetry

Poetry by Maya Jewell Zeller

In addition to excretion (for example the purging of material goods, selling the doll house,… hurling the couch into the ditch where it will sit, half its stuffing
spilling out and beginning to disintegrate, too, until the maggots move in, hundreds of tiny living moons and how they work)
to eliminate a substance from the body.
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