by Maddy Sneep | Mar 31, 2024 | Issue #6, Issues, Poetry
We drove out west tothe wealthy part of townto drink fancy beer andeat tiny portions andplay make-believe. On this side of town, the McDonald’s isn’t red, but forest-green withexposed brick, likean old university halllikely named for someslave-owningconfederate...
by Maddy Sneep | Mar 31, 2024 | Issue #6, Issues, Poetry
A rabbit hops into my bathroom, chugsmy pharmaceutical jungle juice and passes out cold. I wouldn’t know whatthat’s like because I run hot. I don’t sleep well at all but I dream every night. Lostlocker combinations and classes left unattended by the end of the year....
