Contributions by Rose Swartz

Issue 15 | Summer 2014


By | Poetry

I never tried harder than that to disgust you without even speaking— Cowered in the bathroom I saw our faults on the linoleum floor, slam-dancing. Our faults had their hands in each other’s mouths, they were picking teeth out like fresh flowers. I scooped all the molars into a towel, rinsed them in my bath …