... loved that duck.
That's real futurism ...
I held / you when you / were the size / of a pan of / lasagna.
are you ready to get a little / more comfortable / with your un- / comfort
My imagination will walk in the City of Women / for life, weaving garlands
I'm crying. Even though I know it's a brobro no no.
a field plays itself as a field of flowers
I began to erase / My browser history / Every five minutes
Whereupon firecrackers and the world ignites, I stayed in bed all day
There is a place on earth where people / can't wander in and out of each other.
He made a seven with his hands
Flying ants. And here come the cops.
i butter both sides
Like the world isn’t a TSA agent / forced to work through their lunch.
And look, there / are their ribs in the riverbeds.
we are dripping / with the water they / drowned in
Magical girls don’t die of broken / hearts
Spoiler Alert / I lived
Someone could have done the work / Without the drunken storm.
Work from Gramma's 2017 Open Reading Period Winners
your baby pigeon is out in the world