“The worst that might happen / is that you go blind in one eye.” Worst-case poetry from Meg Eden.
“that Methodists drank blood for communion, / and worshipped in the dead of night,” A new poem by Meg Eden.
“Don’t fondle gaijin / breasts. They will shout / at you: It is forbidden!” A new poem by Meg Eden.
“When the police officer pulled me over he asked, is this your first time being pulled over?” A new poem by Meg Eden.
“There’s nothing more relaxing than sitting / in a lawn-chair, naked—forgetting / the inevitable bacteria transferring from body to body, / or acknowledging how you, surely, have the highest / concentration of body hair in this whole country.” New poetry from Meg Eden.
“The snake painted purple / moons under his eyes; she picks / at her cuticle and tells / him to hurry up.” New poetry from Meg Eden.