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emily corwin


oh my god I am over the mobile data limit. oh
my god serotonin reuptake inhibitor. oh my
god spine brightening in the strawberry field.
my god I lay deep everywhere ever. my god
take me to your mansion now. my god a
woman messages me to say that I seem
“sweet” and would I like “some extra cash for
school or vacation?” my god I want a floret
growing rapid from my every orifice. my
goodness you know how much I love him. my
goodness there are men outside my home
with power tools. my goodness all of my life I
thought the expression: “it was a scorcher out
there today” was really: “it was a scorchard
out there today”—like an orchard set aflame,
the pulp crisping ashen. my goodness me the
emotional torment. my goodness me this
millennium. good gracious me this pesticide,
dirty chai, cat skull, cake wife, eye gunk,
homicide. good gracious me how are you,
little bean? good gracious I remove the plump
oil pores from me like surgery. good gracious
as a girl, I came home declaring that in the
movie, “Bambi’s mommy got dead.” oh my
good graces I am noxious as climbing
nightshade. oh my god my body in affliction,
in affection. oh my god you can’t vanish on
me now, into the ether, chilling my optical
nerve and nerve cords, discordant. oh my god
this microbe that takes me, ferments into an
awful dread. my god the world is not doing so
very well. my god I want to eat noodles and
stay awake. my god this dark music awaiting.


Emily Corwin is an MFA candidate in poetry at Indiana University-Bloomington and the former Poetry Editor for Indiana Review. Her writing has appeared in Gigantic Sequins, Day One, Hobart, smoking glue gun, and elsewhere. She has two chapbooks, My Tall Handsome (Brain Mill Press) and darkling (Platypus Press) which were published in 2016. Her first full-length collection, tenderling is forthcoming in 2018 from Stalking Horse Press. You can follow her online at @exitlessblue