SKINNY ON THE SIDE

It's hard to be Emo

all the time

but your sad eyes

really speak to me

We're good consumers

of the outer

universes. We watch

each other and note

differences: one plaid

skirt at a time. One

pair of black jeans

only a crow could fit into.

THINK OUTSIDE THE NEST

Your hair, hipster,

is troubling:

the arrangement

you've made

bobs like a robin

sans red breast.

You have no

breasts just little

girl armor to keep

the hunters away

from their

hairsprayed prey.

HIPSTERS NEVER SAY DIE

But they think about it

a lot

especially in basements

when casiotone bands

are playing and the wet

warm funk of winter

stinks from everyone's

moldy leather kicks

and 3rd generation t’s.

Talk about hell

in a hipster basket.

But death is not

real, luckily—its a concept

to be silk-screened

onto a weed-infested

hoodie. Just throw it out

when you see someone else

wearing the same concept

in better font.

Sarah Bartlett lives in Portland, OR, and reads poetry for Tin House. Her recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Portland Review, Alice Blue, Bat City, No Tell Motel, Sawbuck, RealPoetik, Goodfoot, and LIT. Sarah's chapbook (co-written with Chris Tonelli), A Mule-Shaped Cloud, was published by horse less press in 2008.

Emily Kendal Frey lives in Portland, Oregon. Recent work is forthcoming from Word For/Word, La Petite Zine, Spinning Jenny, Bat City Review, horse less press, Portland Review, Octopus and Knock.

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