by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 5, 2024
Dear Wormwood After The Oh Hellos It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How old were we—fifteen? The world seemed smaller then, at least, you made it feel that way. I finally read the last letter you sent me. … Do you remember when we’d stay up late watching the...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 5, 2024
My Final Sonnet (for You) There’s no graceful way to ask if you still love me– so if I can’t spare my dignity, at least spare my heart and say you do. Don’t let me know that all my waiting– the frost creeping up my hands, feet, crawling up towards my desperate...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 5, 2024
7:14 AM Vermillion moon last night and this morning, a two-knuckle wasp on the river-raft batting her wings. Idle and restless, I fall ill to political defeatism and misguided scorn. On the porch — mulberry jam from the neighbor and a...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 5, 2024
Poem 1(no title) Timeless tales with tell you of myths told in light where he fights to win her hero of a child’s dream swept night while she is trapped in cynical solidarity, and he is king of all nobody watches as she falls falls not for him but down to...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 5, 2024
Harvest Moon Staring at the sky as it stares right back. The man in the moon, Yet, feminine to me. At this time last year, I lay in a pile of tissues on my dormitory floor. Patterned rug stained with tears and a small amount of vomit Caused by overindulgences to...
