TOUCH THE EVIDENCE
Nothing happened. That is exactly what it wants you to think.
Poem for the Sock That Came Back Alone
A domestic elegy in one laundry cycle.
PRESS FOR REASSURANCE
Too late. You are already reading Broken Zine.
You entered
as a pair.
I know this
because I bought you
that way.
Now one of you
lies warm
in the plastic basket
while the other
has joined
whatever country
takes buttons,
earrings,
and good pens.
I fold you
without your twin.
Some losses
are too small
for anyone else.
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.