TOUCH THE EVIDENCE
Nothing happened. That is exactly what it wants you to think.
Poem for the Person Who Keeps Reheating the Same Coffee
A small poem for the mug that has seen too much.
PRESS FOR REASSURANCE
Too late. You are already reading Broken Zine.
You warm it again
because optimism
is apparently microwave-safe.
By noon
the coffee has become
a record of your intentions:
hot,
forgotten,
hot again.
At four
you pour it out.
The mug says nothing.
It has worked with you
for years.
RUBY MORROW
Ruby Morrow reports from the narrow strip of pavement between public relations and complete social collapse.
Push something. The magazine is poorly supervised.
PUSH THE WEIRD BUTTON
A small bureaucrat somewhere just stamped APPROVED FOR NONSENSE.