PANK Magazine online, issue 9.3, March 2014, it is alive. It lives. New and delicious from Elodie Olson-Coons, Andrew Squitiro, Todd Seabrook, Darby Price, Julie McArthur, Laurin Becker Macios, Randall Brown, Eric Kocher, Rachel Ann Brickner, J. Scott Brownlee, Amy Scharmann, Nance Van Winckel, Franny Choi, Erica Bodwell, and Liam Baranauskas.
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PANK Magazine :: 9.5 May 2014 :: The Girls by Alison Strub
…A man comes in. I tell him I won’t kiss him. He tries to take my sweater off but I tell him to leave it on because I am getting over a cold. I tell him not to take off my skirt but to push it up around my hips. He gets up and walks down the hallway to another girl. She takes him in her arms and he drops his gloves. I pick them up. A thread hangs from the cuff and inside they are still warm in the fingertips…
PANK Magazine :: 9.10 / October 2014 Queer Issue :: Late Prince by Jay Santa Cruz
He takes the body out. He’s forever taking the body out and it makes you buckle all your teeth. Thinking helps, he says, seeing her number glowing in your palm. You would stretch yourself at her feet as the undeniable. He’s wearing your graybright gift. What if I let you watch? // How is it that you don’t know. If you could be your own evidence. Give softness he’s not even looking for. Reflex. Flight from the gut when she grips your wrist and yanks you out the street like you’re a pale brunette in a novel, a real american girl with a big smart mouth and not much else who counts for something anyway. // // Why do you call her a prophet? She’s not that much older than you. It’s just codenames. She could be your tall dirty king. Feathered, shirtless. / Between the planks above you: a shadow, then super-8 light. // A prophet because she said yes to the sword hidden in your pinions. A prince because she pressed your hands to the engine til they blistered. Because you kissed her eyes. // You find another way and you find another way.
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