Poem by Lannie Stabile
In This Angry Bed
Can you feel the breeze
between these stubborn backs?
Clamoring among our question
marks like a desperate needle
looking for a vein to stab
Does your slice of wall look exactly like mine?
Blank & stretching into the honking silence,
as if all the corners were ripped out
& arranged like hurdles for our tongues
I'm sorry for the shit I said
Can we just open these concrete
jaws & choke it all down?
I'll lay here until you're hungry again
Lannie Stabile, a Detroiter, likens the process of creative writing to spanking ketchup: grueling, but necessary. Works can be found, or are forthcoming, in The Hellebore, Kissing Dynamite, Cauldron Anthology, Monstering, and more. She is penning a novel and chapbook, and recently became Project Manager of Barren Magazine. Twitter handle: @LanniePenland. Writer website: https://lanniepenland.weebly.com