The Anti-Literature Magazine
The bourgeois adores the anti-bourgeois.
It was like I was faking an accent.
Chaos, / encountered / unaware,
Does Anyone Know What This Snake Is?
Is this a Copperhead?
I measure the rest of the time in empty envelopes / and the mechanic whirring of a fleet of slicing jaws. / There are only so many ways to spell cancel, and I’ve seen them all.
The Little Mermaid, Restrictive Parenting and Time Being a Joke
A Collaborative Poem