THREE POEMS by IZZY LESLIE

THREE POEMS by IZZY LESLIE

homecoming

smoke and palo santo. i am sleepwalking like at the high school football game when i wore french braids and practiced screaming. i longed for something that i couldn’t place, was it even there? figured whatever it was would come with age, but it still gnaws like a tiny bug

//

god is cumming and boy is she pissed!

sprinting into the gold as the trees melt
just begging for relief. no sparkle
only ash. lungs locking in the
stagnant air, i’m a puddle of sunblock tears
is this motion sickness or heart sickness?
i feel so much all the time, it’s like if
the song “everlong” gives u asmr
i’m a sick huckleberry :-( sorry bud
u gotta burn the infected limbs to
stop the spread of disease or else
next summer ur gonna have to eat grapes

//

fifteen minute summer

this book is mounted to my thigh
paper prickles against virgin hair
unsurprised that they will call you
fat to invalidate your presence
i was talking about oranges, but i
guess it’s time for me to excuse myself
your pound of tissue is more
valuable than my pound
as if you have anything
to do with anything


Izzy Leslie lives in Portland and writes and makes digital art. She is moving to Philadelphia in eight days.

THREE STORIES by MICHAEL CHIN

THREE STORIES by MICHAEL CHIN

A POEM by CORTLAND BILLOW

A POEM by CORTLAND BILLOW