"Gamecube Parade" by Samantha Fortenberry

if only we boosted sonic a little more speed


we all fall victim      so let’s play sega & forget amor
fati, do you even know            what? gold rings mean
what anything means about growing up                  I don’t
& held your whiskey                oogled your best your friend
your best little fiend                 if I  play sonic like a champ
can I call you daddy                 can I call confessing
in my thigh high & confusing the sin
of coke    of speed   of every drug to bring me back
to the pass a little bit more     sing me something commander venus
something alien       bright-lite eyes        when I wear this black lipstick
I could be drunk for a fortnight & go to the funeral
store like cobain in a                    spinoff
of forever                                where we never       fatigue    
all crystal clear & consenting to die
nostalgia tied to our rotten selves                          I am
terrible &  love you                     remembering  when it was so cool
to just play arcade games & scream         fuck at the sky
dragging on a cigarette
dragging out the moment just a little bit longer.

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C. M. KEEHL is part dreamer / part destroyer but all alien. She currently lives in suburbs near Detroit with her PIC, a dog named Carver. She is the poetry editor at Dirty Chai & has her first chapbook out in July with Ghost City Press. Keep your eyeballs peeled for dope TBA poetry happenings @CMKeehl

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SAMANTHA FORTENBERRY is a photographer from a small town in Northern Alabama. She currently studies at the Savannah College of Art and Design in Georgia. Ever since high school she's taken a passion to photography and photographs various subjects from surreal landscapes to fine art nudes and everything in between. Website: samanthafortenberry.com