EDITORS’ NOTE

weird traffic aka I didn’t know I held something valuable

patent leather wrapped ivory

stiletto piercing the hood

impaling the passenger holding 
a crystal ball in 

the backseat 
the tumor 

quakes and excites in 

my lap tells me better 
watch out 

girl she body slams 

the flimsy 
interlopes the grey 
convertible lights a 

blunt and slits my 

throat breathing Cheese into 

my windpipe 
out like 

steam through penne distracted 
from the torture the 

southwestern sun blueing my 

fortune and 
I can’t even see her 

face it 
wasn’t it 

nighttime only moments ago?

- The Editors