TOUCH THE EVIDENCE
Nothing happened. That is exactly what it wants you to think.
Night Bus With No Destination
A late bus, a sleeping city, and a driver who keeps passing the stop.
PRESS FOR REASSURANCE
Too late. You are already reading Broken Zine.
The bus keeps going
past my street,
past the depot,
past the last lit pharmacy.
No one complains.
The driver hums
into the glass.
A woman sleeps
with grocery bags
at her feet.
Somewhere after midnight
we stop asking
where this goes.
The city becomes
only windows,
then fewer windows,
then dark.
I hold the yellow cord
and do not pull.
THEO FINCH
Theo Finch handles poems, fragments, overheard weather, and sentences that refuse to become useful.
Push something. The magazine is poorly supervised.
PUSH THE WEIRD BUTTON
A small bureaucrat somewhere just stamped APPROVED FOR NONSENSE.