play me down to sleep

last night, joan didion
scarved me in snakes.
weaving my boundaries
in on themselves,
confusing grief with
punctuation. you find
me, pinkies entangled,
we undiscovering tail
lights, lowering my
elevated white blood
cell count. & i am here,
middle of the road
bumps waking me,
i stay here, drumming
my steering wheel at
stop lights to run boy run
i find elegance in oil
lanterns. cleanliness
feels better when it
constricts.

Author: Savannah Stone

Savannah Slone is a writer, editor, and English professor who currently dwells in the Pacific Northwest. Her work has appeared in Split Lip Magazine, Paper Darts, The Indianapolis Review, Glass: A Poetry Journal, Crab Creek Review, FIVE:2:ONE, Pidgeonholes, decomP magazinE, Crab Fat Magazine, Pithead Chapel, Hobart Pulp, and elsewhere. She is the Editor-in-Chief of Homology Lit, as well as the author of An Exhalation of Dead Things (CLASH Books, 2021), Hearing the Underwater (Finishing Line Press, 2019) and This Body is My Own (Ghost City Press, 2019). She enjoys reading, knitting, hiking, and discussing intersectional feminism. You can read more of her work at www.savannahslonewriter.com.

Photographer: Joey Aronhalt

Joey Aronhalt is an Akron, Ohio based film photographer. His work has been shown internationally in countries such as Italy, Greece, and South Korea. All of the work shown in these countries were created through the use of traditional medium format film, which is his primary medium. Through the use of film, his primary goal is to make the viewer question what is going on, beyond surface level questions.