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Can't wait for Poetry Night? Get your eyeballs on this poem by Fatimah Asghar, one of the ~featured poets~ of PNAA. Like what you see? Reserve PNAA tickets with eyelev21@aol.com, and don't forget to pick up your copy of Gun Unfired Since Deer Season, featuring poems from Fatimah Asghar, José Olivarez, and Chace "Mic Write" Morris. See more of Fatimah Asghar at fatimahasghar.com/
Stank Face Each morning I stitch a scowl to my smile. Let my eyes sass every person standing between me & the bus stop. My eyelashes icy. Call it survival. Call it eyeliner so crisp it could kill a bitch. You look prettier when you smile says the traffic guard & I cut out his tongue. It wags like a pet snail slimy in my palm. My eyes laser each crooked smile that comes my way. I take all their lips and mount them to my wall. Ay can I get your number? & the air sucked through my teeth cuts the windshields open, dead day of summer. Don’t fuck with me, bitch. I’m queen of the dignified clap back got thesauruses on my throne. Got dead bodies in my closet. cause of death? Thirst. Cause of death? Frostbite, burn, too hot & too cold. I mist when the world droughts. & no, I’m not sharing.
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