Your hands are like fists all the time now. Lick the webbing / between your cats’ toes and wish they could set you right. / Know that they never can.
Author: Carolyn DeCarlo
(Baltimore, MD, USA / Wellington, NZ) lives in Aro Valley in Wellington with her partner and cats. She has a BA from Georgetown University and an MFA from the University of Maryland, College Park. She was included in the anthology AUP New Poets 5, and is the author of four chapbooks, most recently Green Place (Enjoy Journal, 2015) and Bound: An Ode to Falling in Love (Compound Press, 2014), which she co-wrote with Jackson Nieuwland and won Best Literary Zine at the 2015 Auckland Zinefest. She is a founding member of the Wellington-based reading collective, Food Court. Her passions include film, art, tattoos and plants.
Carolyn DeCarlo & Jackson Nieuwland
Macaroni Cheese Well I was going to read the instructions but it turns out we have a slow Mac and also I don’t like to talk too much so sometimes I just go to the supermarket and walk around until I find something that I want to eat but most of the time I just said I’m a liar because that’s what people do in supermarket and sometimes I don’t eat anything at all or someone give me free wine but sometimes I just buy some cheese. Foot Krutch in around in a bowl of macaroni cheese wearing your shoes“Carolyn DeCarlo & Jackson Nieuwland”
Carolyn DeCarlo
the car and the man inside they were buried there, the car and the man inside, swept over with a blanket of copper leaves under the pavement in front of the house at the end of the street. everyone knew about them, the car and the man inside, and even when we played catch-the-toad with the neighbors’ cars we stayed away. the closest we ever got was the time eddie pushed billy onto the crack in the asphalt where they came out from under the pavement at night, the car and the man inside. the red leaked out of billy’s“Carolyn DeCarlo”