Circuit My mother claims to have the power to recharge dead batteries by touch. She holds them gently for half an hour and they begin to work again. She can’t fully control the power. Sometimes, the batteries don’t charge. Sometimes, the charge only lasts a brief time. But often, they’re as good as new. She […]
Many Worlds Hypothesis I wouldn’t know, but what if / every time I order a ___________________/ another […]
The Other Things We Swallow A is for the Americanbeast who devoured my mother.C is for the coyotes that wanderdesert and mountain, looking to lick the bones of abandoned chuco women.E is for el, el hombre, el macho, que se […]
kat kluegel (she/they) is a poet from Minneapolis, Minnesota who is interested in the less rational aspects of being human. She loves the color red, riding the bus, an earnest exclamation point, and the word crabwise. She is working on a book-length lyric essay exploring the intersection of eros and grief. This is her first […]
