Cover Art: Jessica Hayworth

They Say

Sudasi J. Clement


The psychic says I suffer from hypochondria

because Black Death killed me last time.

The artist paints my portrait with roses on my eyelids

and an X above my heart. He says he can’t explain the

symbolism but will I sleep with him anyway?

The coffee pot says screw the meds: DRINK ME.

The yoga instructor simply says, “Child’s Pose”

and I begin to cry. Everywhere, sunflowers

nod their idiot heads in agreement.