Rocket Man
Suzanne Marie Hopcroft

Any body lithe or
gorged that’s got itself
fidgeting to the time
signature for hope has quite
a few more things coming, my

friend. That starved-
out souls, the ones famine's
run out of town might somersault
airborne toward forever, get
crocheted into cobwebs to wrap
the richer world away from
whipping by the sun—is
this guy for real? My death-

match barometer’s been acting
up for months: too much
pressure from oil these
pockets grease that cog to push
the needle past rain to

change. And every half
a second more the wolf-clouds
converge, mass into
packs, drool acid and spit
a rope that winds its
way around our house: makes
concrete look like cheesecloth, rips
roots up and logic down. Springfield

never used to have this
sandwich on the menu, kid. Get
your rocket ready—because
that million-soul crochet’s not
going to cut the sun.

SUZANNE MARIE HOPCROFT is a PhD student in Comparative Literature and writes from New York City. Her work has appeared or been selected to appear in journals including PANK, > kill author, Monkeybicycle, elimae, and Everyday Genius. Suzanne teaches developmental reading at a community college in the Bronx and has written fiction reviews for magazines such as The Literary Review and World Literature Today. She also makes a mean lasagna.

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ISSUE :: 4 ::

Collin Blair Grabarek ::	Speak One Way
Karen Greenbaum-Maya ::	Raksasa: The Deer-Pig
Amanda Ackerman ::	Human Time: Poem Eight, Self-Pity
Kyle Hemmings ::	Miss tHing, I Think I Love You
Tammy Ho Lai-Ming ::	How Can You Understand?
Suzanne Marie Hopcroft ::	If You Can(’t) Take the Heat, Get Out of the Sit-In
	Rocket Man
Peter Schwartz ::	Uncle Shorty
Davy Carren ::	Picture of a Postcard
Misti Rainwater-Lites ::	Primordial Pudding
F.J. Bergmann ::	Instant Affirmative
Matthew Burnside ::	YUL BRYNNER DOESN’T GIVE A MOTHERFUCK
	NO ORGASM WILL EVER MAKE ME FEEL THE WAY MORGAN FREEMAN'S VOICE SOUNDS
	TRAPPED IN GARY BUSEY'S HOUSE, ONE TEXT LEFT
Matt Robinson ::	The Oppressionist
Nick Narbutas ::	Enchanted, I’m Sure
Eleanore Leonne Bennet ::	Two photographs
Alexis Pope ::	Tired, Hungry, Dirty
Meghan Lamb ::	It’s A Party!

Homage to the Strange Spirits

Kathy Acker ::

The Killers