Welcome to the inaugural issue of The Leigh Chadwick Review.
Welcome to the first day of your new forever.
Let’s start with three exclusive prose poems I co-wrote with Benjamin Niespodziany:
“Hospital Gown”
I glutton my mourns. I bury my caskets in upside down attics. An atlas of cigarette burns. I take my gunpowder with coffee and cream. Steam in the froth. I brave lengthy afternoons without a helmet or cross. It was a decade and a month ago when I lost the left side of my heart in a freak kissing accident. I don’t like to talk about it. Saccharine in a white lab coat, I tell the doctor, On a scale of one to ten, I am a two. My metal within is wallet sized. It clamps to my heart like a starter kit. How it wishes to pump like new.
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