Today is the last day to submit your finest words to [PANK] for free! 

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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.

Read more of Cruz’s work here.

My article, THE RISE AND FALL AND RISE OF A GREAT AMERICAN LITERARY JOURNAL is up at LitHub. As one of the new editors with Chris Campanioni and Ashley M. Jones I wanted to share the non-lit Lit Hub fun version, which Lit Hub felt was a little less scrubbed than what they wanted to run. Oh, bureaucracy, but I play nice and accepted the edit. Here’s the original and all of us look forward to dedicating ourselves to the PANK we all know and love.  

http://pankmagazine.com/blog/