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Has anything happened

by Cody John Laplante

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Peek-a-boo

by Cody John Laplante

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Ultimatum

She—an unrepeated motif—waxes precocious, not unlike her ancient self. Never mind the counterfeit eccentrics: strange enough to be noticed, not enough to be doomed. Their imperfection simply...

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Quarter-Life Crisis

I relate to Kurt Cobain’s suicide note. It reminds me of my psychiatrist calling me a joy to work with. Never mind. Remembering the date of people’s birthdays used to be half the fun. They have an app...

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Pity Party Bingo

The partygoers trade their misfortunes like handwritten recipes bound in a spiral notebook. They sit at card tables in a room that has seen a lot of Jello in its lifetime. Childish Gambino plays from...

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a poem from PTSD (JULIET III)

I’m driving in the snow when I realize I don’t know how to be inside my body anymore. Even when it hurts, I just lay there and look at myself from above, sprawled out on the bed like a bruised and...

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Gralewski’s theory:

       every tumble, bruise, broken leg or arm is the price for disrupting some hidden        order. instant punishment. the year of eremite; a tampered misanthrope cuffed in contrite withhold the...

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Remission

To get better does not mean it goes away. No. It means, you have finally learned how to jamb a fist in the pacifist. Learned to digest before it devours. Supersonic. Metabolic. This browser-hatched...

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deja raconte

can i substitute all references to having hetero-conventional sex with a man as *experiencing a penis* in my dissertation? please advise. in the empty chair technique, i make the patients think they...

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Holy Animal

God bites the girl on her inner thigh So She fish hooks him through his cheek as she brings him closer drops of blood fall on her body Are you afraid? she asks He mumbles Because I’m not even close she...

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Sunshine Depresso

I played Barbie’s on my bed with friends named Eileen and Jolene. An age of innocence and monsters underneath. Singing along to a Mentos commercial In a full moon we started smoking cigarettes talking...

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How I Write A Poem

I am eating Nutella in bed. I am reading messages from men OkCupid. I am not responding to them because in this poem, playing hard to get online is easier than IRL but it’s still good practice. I am...

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Whole Life Unrequited

whole life summarized as “half of a banana left in the fridge for two days; a little brown but i’ll still eat it” whole life spent pouring Kix on the kitchen floor and watch- ing them race for the...

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Unsent Apology in my Gmail Drafts

it’s okay to dream about a person and hope she dreams about you or at least cyberstalks you daily so that your profile pic flashes in that liquid space between her closed eyes and falling asleep with...

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THUNDER

sorry I cannot forgive the dog for abandoning us when sound took his mind to a quieter place by Terry Abrahams

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LIGHTNING

separate            flash extols a warning together            an act of mercy by Terry Abrahams

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Dear Ethan

The most overused word in English poetry is ghost but I’ve already used it once so far in this poem, thousands of times in this life of mine, an exit wound that never follows its own advice. So I refer...

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To Pop Pills with a Mockingbird

Harper Lee is penning a new great American novel and all I can manage each day is scooping peanut butter into grapefruit halves because we’re out of clean bowls & write poems about how writing...

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I Wanna Eat Cheetos Right Before The Dentist And Tell You I Havent Flossed In...

i want you to keep breaking my heart please no dont stop it dont end being mad as a joke just because there are things wrong dont you leave dont you stop sitting here with me not talking and ignoring...

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One of Every Eight Red Spider Feet Thinks Nasty Thoughts About Red...

In a pinch- With eyes always on The hands, she’s checking me For marks of the ‘real world’, me saying, I know I haven’t changed These pieces since August But don’t Tell me I’m being lazy with it, It...

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