Truth is Cringe
/I’m not half as bad
as Quinn tells her friends.
Phone to her ear,
she spills us…
By Andy Cooper
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Delightful Drought
/Before she left for college,
we played stripped Twister
on sweaty summer nights
that set the forest …
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreFound in the Wreckage
/One ticket, last red-eye.
“I'll take what she's drinking,”
I say of the redhead ahead.
Glass in hand…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreDrywall and Grace
/A crystal chandelier hung above.
An evergreen candle flickered—
pine fresh, love, a tree in a forest.
We lay on the oak table…
By Andy Cooper
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