Poem of the Month
Untitled (“We eat strawberries”)

By Sara Sutterlin

Published on January 4, 2017

We eat strawberries
and snort Adderall
Alek hands me some sort of craft beer
and I think bad thoughts
about America again
I peel the label off and curse it
It seems like a half-hearted attempt
to be a
Good Guy, a Myth.

I practice Lying with men
It’s easy, it’s all they want to hear
Yes, easy to be someone else
because they are attracted to
caricatures, one dimensional
selected parts of
Womanhood.

More Poetry

Waking at 4 a.m.

There in the darkness silence dwells, and the long wait for morning, daylight around the window shade in what’s left of night;

Portrait of a Boy as Mist

A boy awoke to watch the wind blow his parents' weathervane relationship, leaving him in a fog. I changed ...

Archaic Torso

We cannot know his ordinary head except from photographs, eyes wholly terrified. And yet his torso, bent over ...