WET BULB 2
︎︎︎ Bernard Cohen
︎ Mar 20, 2025
The heat broke. Leaving
millions of
Destitute businessmen,
black slimes
After fernet and healthy
snacks
And a blowout
Is the party over? Can
we try cocaine?
The weed is wild and it’s
glowing and
I traced a desire line
back to you.
You in the bath,
On drugs in wet bulb
My interest in you
piqued
In this viral weather
Contain your
combustive motivation
Unbark that dog on the
sidewalk
Crying out for you to
Do something about the
people
Dying in wet bulb
millions of
Destitute businessmen,
black slimes
After fernet and healthy
snacks
And a blowout
Is the party over? Can
we try cocaine?
The weed is wild and it’s
glowing and
I traced a desire line
back to you.
You in the bath,
On drugs in wet bulb
My interest in you
piqued
In this viral weather
Contain your
combustive motivation
Unbark that dog on the
sidewalk
Crying out for you to
Do something about the
people
Dying in wet bulb
Bernard Cohen is an author based in New York City whose work has appeared in No More Prostitutes, Expat Press, HAD, and others. He also runs the online publication Charm School with his friend Vivi Hayes.
Also by Bernard: WET BULBVery Advanced Technology
︎︎︎ Kat Thanopoulos
︎ Mar 19, 2025
Cellular tech phone
Use it to watch boobs bounce
Instead of texting my mom
Or learning about nuclear fission!
Use it to watch boobs bounce
Instead of texting my mom
Or learning about nuclear fission!
Kat Thanopoulos lives, writes, and works in Chicago. She is the author of the poetry collection Normal Behavior and the editor of WREATH magazine.
godmorgen world
︎︎︎ Alyssa Gengos
︎ Mar 18, 2025
stolen brandy melville underwear
5 hour walk
sit on my hands while I talk
you say george is your favorite but maybe just because he’s my favorite
george is my favorite and I deserve love,
I think, naked in the steam room of the 24 hour korean spa
become unfumblable or else you can’t bring your horse around to my place anymore
5 hour walk
sit on my hands while I talk
you say george is your favorite but maybe just because he’s my favorite
george is my favorite and I deserve love,
I think, naked in the steam room of the 24 hour korean spa
become unfumblable or else you can’t bring your horse around to my place anymore
Please Take Your Love Away From Me
︎︎︎ Vivi Hayes
︎ Mar 15, 2025
Flirt out the signal durations
—champion centrifugal forces
to a cloth doll full of feathers.
I’m multivocal,
you know.
I used to be her
and I was so precious.
Disable BIOS memory options;
my bedroom is Giger steel.
We wane and swell
Thursday
Sunday
I spot your ankle
through the linen sheet
and it’s real, it’s like the floaters.
I’ll leave you on the surveillance
couch, your muffled beaming.
Destiny for the PS4:
siphoning your dander,
“you sucker!”
Your wallet the way you left it,
we share without asking.
Lay prone in the appliance section,
next to the discount polemic
—in wait for new magic
—champion centrifugal forces
to a cloth doll full of feathers.
I’m multivocal,
you know.
I used to be her
and I was so precious.
Disable BIOS memory options;
my bedroom is Giger steel.
We wane and swell
Thursday
Sunday
I spot your ankle
through the linen sheet
and it’s real, it’s like the floaters.
I’ll leave you on the surveillance
couch, your muffled beaming.
Destiny for the PS4:
siphoning your dander,
“you sucker!”
Your wallet the way you left it,
we share without asking.
Lay prone in the appliance section,
next to the discount polemic
—in wait for new magic
Vivi Hayes is a writer from Atlanta and the associate editor of Perfectly Imperfect Newsletter. Her work has appeared in ExPat Press, No More Prostitutes, and elsewhere. vivihayes.net
Also by Vivi: Dual Shrub MountainNO MORE BIRDSONG,
I WANT YOUR LAUGH
︎︎︎ Lamb
︎ Mar 13, 2025
white on the mountain
warm in the valley
all ways I walk
a bird in monologue
I return to the house
for my quiet chair
to find six finches
hopping in the seat
crying how they
miss their mothers
each pleading
to speak with me
in private
warm in the valley
all ways I walk
a bird in monologue
I return to the house
for my quiet chair
to find six finches
hopping in the seat
crying how they
miss their mothers
each pleading
to speak with me
in private