(not quite) a literary journal

Home

corn flower and Can't afford the Co-pay, by Sad Girl no last name

cornflower 

The blue flower is lovely 
Place it behind you left ear 
Delicately
It makes you beautiful 
The way the light caresses the corner of your eye lid is magic
A spell 
It’s making a fool of me I think 
I made you this warm biscuit with honey and butter 
You take tender nibbles, like a baby rabbit
the smile you give makes me shiver 
The hairs on my neck raise and settle 
I breathe in your kiss
My dreams are made of you
No,
you are made of my dreams 
The fragile femme I could never be 
an empty vision 
There is no bread in my oven 
And there is no one to break it 
Certainly no butter 

Can’t afford the Co-Pay

Look
At me 
Little cliche 
Sitting criss cross
Eating two kinds of ice cream 
Waiting for a man 
To come and
Knock on my door
Hopefully 
the fries I ordered will still be warm 
Salt, fat, sugar, fire
Delivery
Are far more comforting than ‘chicken soup’ and therapy
It's a shame 
That
It
Won't
Work.

Tip Jar
photo of Alyssia Muñoz’s abuela y bisabuela

photo of Alyssia Muñoz’s abuela y bisabuela