“Feather Cut” – Karen Almendra Byk

  taking teeth out is far worse than crying, and he is a feather that’s cutting me because it’s far away. my job consists of opening cardboard boxes and every time I get hurt my fingers bleed for days, it’s the spill of the accident following me even when I’m away. from today on I’m going to make efforts for things: that’s how it started, the e-mail I was about to send him  

“My Arms Are Weak” – Karen Byk Almendra

L. told me that many years ago and now I cannot lift the cardboard moving boxes. I do the same thing with you: I’m six years old again and I trust a man who explains that I’m a sweet girl. My girlfriends love each other. They kiss and they hug in decadent places and we don’t care that the roof is dripping or that people are throwing up all around us.   L., for example, assured me that she knows me for real, that I don’t need to seduce her. I believe her because all men want to save me when I have nightmares but none of them think that my poems are good. It’s different with L., I call her when I leave your place, she cries on my shoulder while I kiss her through her hair.   We know each other for real, so much that we can...