Erin Slaughter is editor and co-founder of The Hunger, and the author of I Will Tell This Story to the Sun Until You Remember That You Are the Sun (forthcoming from New Rivers Press in 2019). Her writing has appeared in The Rumpus, Prairie Schooner, Split Lip Magazine, New South, Passages North, TYPO, and elsewhere. Originally from north Texas, she is pursuing a PhD in Creative Writing at Florida State University.
secretly we all want to assassinate the president, we don’t care
who the president is. because every man in a suit distills
to husbandfather unattainable. because the burned-out shell
of a honda civic steaming against winter is more frightening
than any ditch-born skeleton of wild bone. (More …)
jabbing themselves in the ribs & hiding
their eyes in pots of flour. Someone’s mother
is a moonrock they worry
in their palm & promise with great difficulty
not to swallow. It’s easier to know an object
separated from the guilt of looking
directly at it. The window has not
been half-glass for a long time. (More …)