Mollyhouse: Issue Four
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This fourth issue of Mollyhouse features artwork by Swoosh Manuel Vazquez as well as poetry and prose by Toni Artuso | Jessica Barksdale | Richard E. Brenneman | Dustin Brookshire | Aleathia Drehmer | Arthur Durkee | Mark Ellis | Raye Hendrix | Katrina Kaye | Ben Kline | Kathryn Kysar | Evelyn Louise May | Richard Natale | Chael Needle | William Reichard | Juanita Rey | Kim Roberts | Hilary Sideris | Sacul Nala Soliah | Tezozomoc | William T. Vandegrift, Jr. | Val Vera | Scott Wiggerman | Lorna Wood. This issue is edited by Raymond Luczak.
Raymond Luczak
Raymond Luczak is the author and editor of twenty books. Titles include The Kinda Fella I Am: Stories and QDA: A Queer Disability Anthology. His Deaf gay novel Men with Their Hands won first place in the Project: QueerLit Contest 2006. His work has been nominated nine times for the Pushcart Prize. He lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota. He can be found online at raymondluczak.com.
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Mollyhouse - Raymond Luczak
HILARY SIDERIS
INDIANA
We played Tag: I was It.
In Leesburg streets were brick,
air manure-thick. With my new
Brady Bunch lunch box, I scraped
poop off my Earth Shoe on the bus
ride home, past corn and bean
fields, rusted husks of trucks
on blocks, chained dogs in shanty
camps, Rose Kellogg’s falling
down house and one blue dress.
Oniony sweet, her sweat smell
lingered in the peeling vinyl seat.
Mark Span, her secret Santa,
gave her Dial. He let me wear his
jean jacket, gave Keith Smith
his last Juicy Fruit stick.
We moved there, Mom said,
because Dad quit his job.
In war I shot Keith in the thigh
with a bb. Coach Kinder taught
us Language Arts, direct object
and verb, fake-kicking Nance
Peacock, the fastest sixth grade
girl, too cute to be my friend.
I ran third leg, passed Nance
the baton. The relay team
I slowed down always won.
***
MISHAWAKA
It takes an alien
to squeeze my orange,
to slice my BLT’s pale
tomato, freeze my blue-
berry pop, chop pork,
do what I’d rather not,
a human who if caught
shall be detained
by law, swaddled in
foil at Centerville.
***
I HAVE BIG HANDS AND BIG FEET
I study neuter nouns
at Goodnight
Moon level.
I have big hands
and feet, I type,
but Duolingo
says Incorrect.
I learned names
for body parts
without gender
as a small
child. Female
pets were
spayed, males
neutered.
***
SYMPATHY
I dig through dirty
shirts for my swimsuit,
a well-worn one-piece
without which there’ll be
no beach—only a sea
of sleeveless black.
Once you sent a flowered
card with sympathy to say
you liked me. It made sense.
You didn’t speak English.
How long must I
rifle through the pile?
You tell me smile.
I flash a simile.
***
RAYE HENDRIX
INSTAGRAM CONFESSIONAL
mad respect 4 ur boundaries, but
I think it’s low key fucked up
that u say we’re friends but
u won’t let me follow ur finsta
as a form of revenge, I don’t tell u
that in ur most recent mirror selfie
it’s obvious u photoshopped ur ass
to look bigger bc the doorframe
behind u is curved
& when someone calls u on it
in the comments, u delete it
& DM me like omg is it that obv 4 real
I lie & say "omg girl no I didn’t even notice,
they’re just a no-life troll w/ nothing better 2 do"
but of course it was obv, the doorframe was curved
idk if we’re really friends since, like I said,
u won’t let me see ur finsta, & I know
I didn’t say anything abt ur obviously photoshopped ass,
& that I lied 2 u about it in ur DMs,
but it still makes me sad that u felt like ur ass isn’t good
enough on its own, bc it is
I wish someone had told u ur ass is incredible, ur ass
is immaculate, ur ass is a table I wanna set
with beautiful plates & eat from, but it’s not
as incredible as ur smile, which u never do
in pictures bc u hate ur teeth, but I love ur teeth,
bc I love u, like looking respectfully love u, like
consensually Netflix & chill love u, like let me walk
on the sidewalk closest to the cars love u,
like really high key no lie love u, & I wish
I had told u before now
but maybe u already know all that, & maybe
that’s y u won’t let me follow ur finsta
***
VAMPIRE GIRLFRIEND
I let my vampire girlfriend take out my tampon with her teeth.
My vampire girlfriend knows me better than my doctors. She tests my blood sugar with her tongue, tells me my blood type when I need it for a form.
When I bruise, my vampire girlfriend is there to kiss away the blue. I bruise so easily. I am covered in vampire kisses.
My vampire girlfriend can’t go into the sun so I don’t go into it either, but she buys me supplements to make sure I get my Vitamin D.
She has a strap-on we never use. My vampire girlfriend has perfect immortal hands, a statue from ancient Rome.
I keep her safe in our apartment with all the curtains drawn, so my vampire girlfriend will never die. She’ll never die. I won’t let this world have her.
***
THE VIRGIN
My IUD looks like the cross
of Saint Anthony the Abbot,
Father of All Monks, who
gave away or sold everything
he owned, including his sister,
to live the live of an ascetic.
Saint Anthony gave her—
his sister, her name lost
to the long history of men—
to a house of virgins,
its name like a woman’s
to the scribes.
My IUD looks like the cross
of Saint Anthony, Patron Saint
of skin diseases, gravediggers,
Rome. Anthony the Great,
illiterate and holy, absolutely
connected to divine truth.
When she was twenty,
Anthony the Great—who
owned her—gave away
his sister—because she
was his to give—to a habit
of nameless nuns.
My IUD looks like the cross
stitched blue into black,
the habit of the Antonines,
made not in the image of God
but of Saint Anthony, his holy
cloak with the crux commissa.
I like to imagine her—the sister—
fingering the virgins, a crucifix
pinched between pad and nail
that she pushes past cervix, talking
of pleasure, of pain, saying: This
is the cross that will save you.
KATHRYN KYSAR
MY IDENTITIES
I am an albatross, a Gideon bible, a fleeting glimpse
of a crow looking for roadkill at dusk. I am solid mass.
I am gaseous fluids. I am soft, soft flesh. I sip my tea
from my porcelain cup. Two cups, maybe three. I am
the Encyclopedia Britannica moldering in your attic,
a feeling of loss, a yearning, an emptiness, a rumbling
deep. I am that last clump of dirty snow. I am the dog
foraging behind the garage, your unused dental floss,
not the neatly packaged rolls at the grocery store
entrance, wrapped in plastic and so strangely sweet.
I’m the shadowy park bench in the fading orange light.
I am melting ice, the silence of