By Sam Rauer
I Have No Earth in My Natal Chart
But I take vitamins
And I eat dirt.
I eat buttered toast,
I have sand in my shoes
And spend more on Eau de Sens
Than on an Uber back to my apartment
From dinner on a Saturday
So that counts for something.
I never think about money.
Even in August, when sleep escapes.
Tossing in dirty sheets,
The cats fucking loudly.
Box fan unrelenting and useless.
It is not them whose hands I imagine
Pushing on my back,
Helping me to walk.
Mabel Longhetti
Last night I ruined myself,
Let it out, one might say
Let my guard stray, spit blood,
Fell down the tunnel, forever
Muted and unknown.
I’m too ugly and you’re too
Pretty, Mabel Longhetti
_________Made spaghetti,
_________What’s the crime?
_________Screw those guys.
_________We all are you,
_________Believe it’s true.
_________Or who will.
Photography by Derek Weng