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FALL 2012 ISSUE


LIGHT UP CAGE by Myles Boisen

LIGHT UP CAGE by Myles Boisen



I COULD NEVER BE A STRIPPER
by Im A Bear

I could never be a stripper, now that I think of it. I am walking past Diamondís Gentlemenís Club right next to the tattoo parlor (a sophisticated part of downtown), and I am realizing, now that I am sauntering by in my boys size 8 superman undies (freshly washed I might add) beneath these atrociously bedazzled jeans from Wal-Mart (size 10 in kids. Numbers are important my friend) that I could certainly not be a pole dancer, lap dancer, or ďback-entranceĒ for 20 dollars woman. For one, I have never learned how to put on make-up; no mother didnít teach me. Two, Iím very pale, so strobe lights are a no go. And three, I have never worn high-heels or a thong/G-string (butt floss). And that brings me to four, an epiphany of sorts. I donít have adequate hindquarters. My dimensions are insufficient. With hips like hooks, and course wooly mammoth hair, not to mention that Thelma and Louise (my boobs) have seen better days. Thereís no life for me in this sparkly slip and slide profession.

Damn it.






LEGS OUT WINDOW by Im A Bear

LEGS OUT WINDOW by Im A Bear



THE SECRET
by Holly Day

boys from the neighborhood used to stop by
my mom would let them in, offer them juice
talk about the weather and then we would leave
Iíd fuck them under the pine trees in back
in my neighborís barn, in the garage
afterwards, my mother would tell me
that I must really be popular to have
so many boys coming by to see me, that she could tell
that they all really liked me, ask me
what was my secret





FULFILLMENT THE NOVEL
by Patricia Hickerson

that he loved her that she loved him that they would be together forever that they would be married and have kids that he would get drunk and go after other women that she would go to the racetrack and they would go into debt that their kids would flunk out of school and do drugs and go into rehab or get married and have sick kids and dieóthat the couple who fell in love well, they would grow old and look at each other and wonder how they got to this place














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