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06/29/2026

Sarp Sozdinler

Omnipotent

 

 

They attacked

my heart

with all their might

 

Don’t they know

I used superglue?

I want a boy chest

 

 

 

I can’t kiss the back of my neck.
Bring a ladder and maybe I could try.
God first made light and then invented hiding.
The first man probably fell in love with a cave.
You are more than one missing piece.
You are thirty-two teeth and a terrible laugh.
Every day my life finds a new window to jump through.
I love the gasoline sweetness of your throat.
You touch me like a rescue pup.

Baristautology

 

The barista knows my name

which is both flattering

and

embarrassing

 

She calls it out

with a weird mix of pity

and performance

like

“Oh, you again.”

 

I tip exactly

fifty cents

every day

in exchange

that the barista start calling me

“Coin Guy”

 

Today, I see

she wrote it

on the chalkboard

with a heart 

after Mika Schalks

after Coleman Bomar

Sarp Sozdinler is a writer from Philadelphia and Amsterdam. His work has been published in Electric Literature, Kenyon Review, Wigleaf, HAD, X-R-A-Y, Pithead Chapel, Maudlin House, and elsewhere. He edits the literary journal The Bulb Region.

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