Unlikely 2.0

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Editors' Notes

Maria Damon and Michelle Greenblatt
Jim Leftwich and Michelle Greenblatt
Sheila E. Murphy and Michelle Greenblatt

A Visual Conversation on Michelle Greenblatt's ASHES AND SEEDS with Stephen Harrison, Monika Mori | MOO, Jonathan Penton and Michelle Greenblatt

Letters for Michelle: with work by Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Jeffrey Side, Larry Goodell, mark hartenbach, Charles J. Butler, Alexandria Bryan and Brian Kovich

Visual Poetry by Reed Altemus
Poetry by Glen Armstrong
Poetry by Lana Bella
A Eulogic Poem by John M. Bennett
Elegic Poetry by John M. Bennett
Poetry by Wendy Taylor Carlisle
A Eulogy by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Joel Chace
A Spoken Word Poem and Visual Art by K.R. Copeland
A Eulogy by Alan Fyfe
Poetry by Win Harms
Poetry by Carolyn Hembree
Poetry by Cindy Hochman
A Eulogy by Steffen Horstmann
A Eulogic Poem by Dylan Krieger
An Elegic Poem by Dylan Krieger
Visual Art by Donna Kuhn
Poetry by Louise Landes Levi
Poetry by Jim Lineberger
Poetry by Dennis Mahagin
Poetry by Peter Marra
A Eulogy by Frankie Metro
A Song by Alexis Moon and Jonathan Penton
Poetry by Jay Passer
A Eulogy by Jonathan Penton
Visual Poetry by Anne Elezabeth Pluto and Bryson Dean-Gauthier
Visual Art by Marthe Reed
A Eulogy by Gabriel Ricard
Poetry by Alison Ross
A Short Movie by Bernd Sauermann
Poetry by Christopher Shipman
A Spoken Word Poem by Larissa Shmailo
A Eulogic Poem by Jay Sizemore
Elegic Poetry by Jay Sizemore
Poetry by Felino A. Soriano
Visual Art by Jamie Stoneman
Poetry by Ray Succre
Poetry by Yuriy Tarnawsky
A Song by Marc Vincenz

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by Bill Berry
Part 9



"Okay, so, like, you know how like this guy Gordon and I hung out at Zodiac a few weeks ago?" Gina began.

"Yeah," Rusty said, letting the guy in the black leather jacket behind Gina catch his eye for a minute. He had bright pink liberty spikes and was piss-drunk. Rusty thought he was cute.

"Well, he takes me back to his place, just me and him, you know? And I'm like, what are we doing here? And he goes, so you wanna have sex? And I'm like, sure. Why not? So I take my clothes off and he unzips his fly, and we sit on the couch, which was totally covered in plastic, and we start to make out. He's all over me and I'm like okay—whatever. So he's all like, tell me you want it and I'm like, yeah I want it and all, and then he's like all hard rubbing it on me and the plastic is sticking to my ass and I'm like, where's the dope? And he goes here, and pulls up this tray from under the couch and there's like all this pot on it and so we smoke a bowl. So like, the whole time we're smoking we're totally naked and he's telling me all about this horror movie where this girl goes home with this guy and he kills her and dismembers her and then has sex with her dead body. I'm like, gross and he laughs and asks me if I want to watch it and I'm like, why not? So he puts this movie on and we're watching this girl get chopped up by this guy when he like grabs my legs and pushes himself between me and I scream and he says don't and I'm like, you scared me and he laughs and then I'm like whatever and he's totally hard watching this movie and fucking me and then he like breaks out these poppers and totally cums. I'm like, whatever and I grab the bowl and smoke more dope and he like puts his pants on and then he's all shitty with me like I have to leave and he takes me back to the gig and everyone's gone and I have no way home and he splits."

"What did you do?" Rusty asked.

"I found Gacey and he let me crash at his place."

"Cool," Rusty said.

"Yeah," Gina said, "I don't know."


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Bill BerryBill Berry says, "I was born in Detroit, Michigan and live on Cape Cod. I am a college professor who teaches writing and language. Presently, I am busy with my dissertation on identity and writing. My creative work is inherently transgressive. I want people to feel challenged; my fiction reflects this."