“fingers slimy from fries” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Tuesday December 11, 2018
8:03am
5 minutes
Nicer
Amanda Proctor

We fall in love over fish and chips, fingers slimy from fries, mayo and ketchup and coleslaw understanding the language of our kisses better than we do. We make love in the kitchen, the oven door a handle of acrobatic inspiration, opening and closing, opening and closing. We walk the long way to the store for avocados, eggs, kimchi, orange juice. We sing in the shower together, soaping each others’ bodies with a tenderness that transcends time. We dream together, for one another, about each other, bodies cocooned in flannel sheets and pillows tossed on the floor.

“for the girls I kissed in seventh grade” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Sunday June 24, 2018
10:03pm
5 minutes
Practicing
Marie Howe

This is for the girls I’ve kissed
Tulip breath and hummingbird tongue
All softness and goodness and truth
All sour and breaking and everything

Seventh grade was a strange year
Overalls to hide breaching breasts
Smile to hide unasurredness
I am alive but I am afraid but I am electric

Girls kiss different than guys
But sometimes you find a guy that kisses
Like a girl and that’s one you want to hang on to
That’s one I want to hang onto

Beeswax and cinnamon
Coffee and salt
Pineapple and peach
Gin and playing cards

“intimacy that typifies our culture” by Julia in Sandra’s room


Thursday December 18
1:19am
5 minutes
The Middle Passage
James Hollis


It’s a wrap around love
You wrap me and I wrap you
Our voices twisted
Sweetly
Our fingers linked
Unconventionally
I wrap you and you wrap me
Tomorrow today all feels the same
Better than yesterday
Always better than yesterday
Trace your eyebrows with my kisses
Hum to you while I cradle your face in my hands
Squeeze my feet anytime they’re near yours
Our insides reach out and hold each other’s
It’s a wrap around love
You wrap me and I wrap you