Word Choice features original works of fiction and poetry. Read four poems by Bianca Stone with art by the author, selected by Daniel Moysaenko.

Stories

An uneasy crowd gathers in the morning sun
and I should live a little more each day.

The marks on my arm

appear in the cold.
In the shed out back, stretched

across the big chair,
there is a book about the brain opened

on my lap. Enough about brains
I say to my brain.

Press Enter
and make vigorous love

until you feel less huge
and more human.

If I had a yard I would abandon
washing machines in it

then listen to that song that gets me
late at night,

my friends’ poems
circling my head like a flock

of yellow finches.

I believe in our pets buried
in the pines.

I beat the hell out of a white handkerchief
before waving it.

Do you know any horror stories?
Every night I tell God one more

and like Scheherazade, for this,
he keeps putting off my death.

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