I Want Answers! (from Haley Rene Thompson)
One thing I’m really into is dolphins. Dolphins are great because they’re smart and they’re friendly and they can sense the friggin’ natural magnetic field of the earth and use that shit as a GPS. Seriously. Look it up. It’s called “Magnetoreception.” See. Look at that. And you thought your host here was an idiot. Congratulations, genius.
Listen, you may not be able to put a dolphin on a game show, but you are absolutely able to put a couple of dolphins on the cover of an online literary journal and that’s exactly what Smoking Glue Gun did for their twelve issue/volume. And lemme tell you, it’s a whale of an issue that’s full of poems from people like Angela Veronica Wong and Kristina Marie Darling and other people that don’t have three names but are still worth millions of dollars in safe-ass tuna.
What piqued my sonars (can u), though, are these two lil guys from Haley Rene Thompson, because they’re little and condensed and oopmhful which is great because I’m supersupersuper long-winded. I especially like the first one because I’m in awe of the way it pairs a faux platitude with illogical causation (whoa guy):
the hand is the best
way to determine
when I focus
my scrawl becomes
I dunno why that makes my face open, but hey.
Anyways, we’re two-for-two so far, so Haley–lemme ask you–what is the best way to determine the farm (and please do not feel inclined to be honest with me here)?