Bra Lola Willis __________ I turn the remains in my grieving fingers, black satin thinning, dotted by tiny specks of pink lint.  He outlived the pronouns you tossed into the mouth of the beast along with the last scratches of your identity: Army-green jacket, bruised guitar, scarf paint-stained, broken phone—what…

Queer Pursuits, Lights the Moon to Spite the Sun, & Mood 48 Is A Gay One Bradley David Waters __________ Queer Pursuits You know that grumbling truck         The one with scowling headlights                and cow-catcher grill                       You’ll never catch me I say                                   Pinned in its radiator                                              …