I only double date interracial couples. Last week, I went on a double date with a balloon and a soft, lukewarm piano stool. We drank tacos and threw milkshakes at strangers. One man got upset until we pointed at the coffee stains already leaking from his armpits. A single human hair can live up to thirty years in a glass of tap water. At night I like to hammer nails into my television. My favorite interracial marriage was when I accidentally dropped some raisins in my jar of hot dog mayonnaise. A female wallflower sometimes grows from society’s common interest in academic flirtation. 

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This issue features 6 poems.