Poetry 2012 / Volume 43

a handbook to dying on a 3 mile island — Brendan Moore

I’m in love with a Nuclear Reactor— Did I tell you? At least he will hold me With nuclear arms, And our kisses will be Plutonic— Clean even in waste. So when I am in love, It seems I’m radioactive— When I make love, I’m in half-life decay— A body deorbiting a red reactor, Which … Continue reading