True Moon • Heidi Koos

When you move up and 

   down you’re describing a dick,

like light finds dark.

When he goes in it’s in and

   in again but you are every size

A maximum life realized

Every time, the nothing to something

You girl, are every dick,

the definition, the maker,

true fucker moving

because he’s always the same

and you are always different

–Heidi Koos

Hungover with a Lampshade • Bethany Price

In a hotel room, I am jolted awake.

No being waits for me in the dark,

nor in the empty bed next to me,

but the color of the air is different.

I notice the walls: I am appalled.

They are covered in peeling hair.

A sound from my throat is cloyed

when no locks brush my shoulders:

I raise a hand to my head,

my scalp is floral.

Wallpaper.

Unoffending and bland.

The floor aches with a lusty flesh breath

and my figure doesn't rise or fall.

It’s hard to realize it when I touch

my body, it takes me a few seconds 

to process,

as I pick splintered wood 

from my belly.

-Bethany Price, from Terror, V.A.P. 2014

The Look • Heidi Koos

I want a press.

Isn’t that crazy?

I’m going to order it

and watch that dog

    over there-do you

think we matched on

    our way over here?

I hope not too much, God

I hate those couples, the

way you know exactly how

they are in bed together,

I’ll wear the polo, babe,

and they’ll know I spank

your ass if you keep your

hair down-or am I too sexed?

No reading at the table.

Look at me, I’m watching the

dog, I barely know you,

we’ve never done it

-Heidi Koos, from Parallelograms, V.A.P. 2014.