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Pick Up Lines by Schuyler Peck


Painting by Seon-Jeong Kim



Pick Up Lines

“Oh, so you’re a writer? How interesting.” The boy says,
licks his lips, tries to imagine
what his name might look like in my bedroom;
what his love might look like in my handwriting.
I don’t tell him I write poetry.
I want to tell him I write murder mysteries;
that I will write him dripping against the 52nd floor window,
a closed-door murder and all the newspapers know his name—
and this is because
it isn’t what he wants.
He tells me I’d look good on the backseat of his motorcycle,
but better under his hips;
wrapped up so tightly in his sheets
that I’d never leave,
and oh, he can’t wait until I read him my work in the morning,
how it’d go great with the excuse he’ll leave
for never calling back
when I don’t write the right words.



Schuyler Peck

Born of college-ruled notebooks and the smell of lemon grass, Schuyler Peck was raised in New Jersey, but she’ll never tell you that. Instead, she’ll tell you there are pieces of her everywhere; planted in trees and shipped off to the moon. Her poetry, however, can be found in Words Dance publications, Literary Sexts V. 2, JuxtaProse Magazine, and schuylerpeck.tumblr.com.



I’m from New Jersey, So I Kind of Like Chemicals by Danielle Evennou

Planet Health by Pierre Schmidt aka Dromsjel
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I’m from New Jersey, So I Kind of Like Chemicals

The smell of my uncle’s shed, gasoline and mineral spirits.
My father’s stockpile of lime lawn treatment.
It made our grass dayglow in prom photos.

I rely on mousse and hairspray,
with my hair cropped short, pomade
molding paste, Rough Luxury.

I crave Comet and stain sticks.
Disposable cleansing wipes for:
porcelain sinks, my face and lower orifices.

I collect bottles of Softsoap, but offer
guests grapefruit scented hand foam,
sparkling water infused with citric acid.

I use three different kinds of mouthwash.
As a kid, cinnamon flavored Lavoris
made me break out in hives.

My brother hated mint.
All the kid stuff was bubblegum.
Antifreeze brings me security.

Mudslides, daiquiris, and wine coolers piqued
my interest when listening-in to adult conversations
as did test tube shots at block parties.

Realizing now how much of it was grain alcohol,
an Old Fashioned made with Old English
for a family whose blood hums with machines.

 


Danielle Evennou

Danielle Evennou is a writer and performer who lives in her own 90’s sitcom: with a strong female lead, roaring laugh track, and the inevitable moral lesson. Her work has been published in literary journals, including apt, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, and Blue Collar Review. She has two poems forthcoming in Gargoyle Magazine issue #64. Evennou makes appearances as a poet, open mic host, and a dancing payphone with a penchant for Yoko Ono. She lives in Washington, DC.



The Reel World by Amy L. George

Just bring her home, God by Tyler Rayburn
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The Reel World

If I could,
I would rewind my life.

I would go back through all
the plot twists and turns

if only to be able to relive
that one beautiful moment:

The single scene to ensure your name
in the credits

even if I knew
in God’s cutting room

the outcome of the film
wouldn’t rely on its existence

at all.
 


Amy L. George

Amy L. George holds an MFA in Creative Writing from National University. Her poetry has been published in various journals, such as Kyoto Journal, WestWard Quarterly, The Foliate Oak Online, Toronto Quarterly, and others. She is the author of The Fragrance of Memory (Amsterdam Press, 2010), Sacred Embers and Ebullient Flames (Red Ochre Press, May 2011), and Desideratum (Finishing Line Press, 2013). She is currently pursuing a Ph.D. in Literature and Criticism at Indiana University of Pennsylvania.