“Life // slip // stream” by Elisabeth Horan

It’s nothing / hangs / like toile / white gauze / surgery / comes and goes / lab coats I never wore / monkeys & rabbits / guilty / I am always / I hate the inaction / I hate the mascara / raccoons flood my airways / knowing what I don’t or won’t do / embarrassing / I want the chicken but waste her every time / her bones unlovable / her beak / as my tailbone / so broke so broke / the shells too thin / they crack they crack / when I brood / they smash … Continue reading “Life // slip // stream” by Elisabeth Horan

“Not on my lips anymore” by Elisabeth Horan

Your sexual preference is the strand of spider web across my eyes this morning, Annoyed, I swipe it away; it is perfect and persistent; it laughs at my effort, yet doesn’t let go. My wanting you is for what – I don’t know – as if new clothes would make me Somehow happier – more complete – as if a male outfit could dress me less like a pauper, More like the butch empress who shuns the requisite lesbian clothes Our time was not for naught but smacks of chocolate mints after dinner, you want one so badly especially after … Continue reading “Not on my lips anymore” by Elisabeth Horan

Yum Yum Time by Elisabeth Horan

Hello shattered baby. Lie down – and come, I want to be free with you – I want to be something new for you – to be your new pet. I’m so fun: you drinking / me drinking fun. I want our party to be the kind they love – they covet our things, our makeup, our thighs, our non-existent pantilines. We are goddess lovers / we are body-snatchers. We are what love wishes it could be – calls us up and asks for advice on her asymmetrical nasal profile and pesky mustache whiskers. Bitch. Serves her right. Took yum … Continue reading Yum Yum Time by Elisabeth Horan

Arsenic Hour: my middle aged women troubles by Elisabeth Horan

This is the debut of Elisabeth Horan’s column, Arsenic Hour. Here is its namesake poem.     Here comes a bad one. Pearled teeth, gnarled hands, knife fingers, bomb breasts, snake limbs, tortoise pelvis, wolf anus, pronghorn genitals. Here comes the malfeasance. Ivory ban, fingernail grind, tusked cheeks, flat bill palette, five toes times five legs, monstrously amphibious, heat seeking whore platypus. Squat and jealous. Here comes the lady in red. Competitive. Hormone pinch hitter, estrogen wane, progesterone filler, wants things of testosterone nearby her; a dildo toy killer. Hypothyroid gets her best, statin spies through this fat girl’s dress. … Continue reading Arsenic Hour: my middle aged women troubles by Elisabeth Horan

We who are lost; Mmm, Nope; Neurotic Lullaby by Elisabeth Horan

Three poems by contributor Elisabeth Horan   We who are lost Find each other in warehouses Too late sometimes, it’s in graveyards. Always emaciated, dumpster diving for attention   Overweight on alcohol anorexic acceptance rates like High school anxiety shave the head try on personalities   We who find each other and save some last hope from each self we carry give momentus hope for self care, for having less   Night terrors, the bruises calming from catalyst snarls aubergine pockets to mottled Eye sockets   Mottled to moss moss blankets earth. bury the hatchet, you’ll bury the hurt   … Continue reading We who are lost; Mmm, Nope; Neurotic Lullaby by Elisabeth Horan

And I Loved Them by Elisabeth Horan

A poem by contributor Elisabeth Horan.     Is it my turn to use them? I asked, in doe-eyed chin up hopefulness –   Not yet, replied father-fuhrer. Maybe tomorrow.   I never really got a chance to play with them – they were under lock and key behind the rum, above the crackers   They were shiny, mysterious, like magic: twinkly, yet smooth of wooden grain. The smell of pipe and strawberry always floated about them, then remained.   Daddy and Sissy didn’t know that I took them out one day.   I snuck them out and ate of … Continue reading And I Loved Them by Elisabeth Horan