elementia
The Quiet of the Highway
By Elena UngerTonight Mom drives on black glass
one story below infinity.
Dad sits quietly
and I fold over in my sister’s lap,
her hand resting on my ribs
like a warm, pulsing shield.
The Listener
By Mehak KIt was my first day as a ‘listener’. On the speaking end was a sixty-three-year-old woman whose lover had abandoned her. Following her diagnosis of schizoid personality disorder and grief disorder in 1992, she had been to over twelve different psychotherapists.
The First Stanza of This Poem is a Lie
By Elena UngerI know love, lust,
and lonely well enough
to tell them apart.
The End of the Storm Drains
By Wyatt C. VaughnAbove, asphalt streets meet each other with divots forming storm drains.
But below, the concrete box and brown metal manhole puddles collected rain.