Number 18b | A Spring Postcard

Bubbling Under

'I live by the alien logic we impose on children. / Whoever smelt it dealt it. I’m glazed with K-Y / beside the Goth girls gone haywire. / Talk about cathexis!'

Enjoy my Symptom

'I spit on any fresh green breast. / It’s a misdemeanor. You can build the rest / from airplane parts and Listerine.'

I Did This to My Vocabulary

'The moon is my alibi. My tenders throw hissy fits. / My scalp’s at the foot of the precipice. / My lume is spento, there’s a creep in my cellar. / You can stand under my umbrella, Ella.'

Number 18b

Mostly poetry from Michael Robbins. And there's also an essay by Laurence Scott on Galliano and Gaddafi, plus a very brief mention of Natalie Portman. Featuring artwork by Eric Hanson.