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Letter to My Mom’s Ex-Boyfriend


You wouldn’t want me now

that I’m almost thirty and grown


to half your size. You loved me

as your lover’s young daughter,

the outlawed apple you ate alone.


It would have been different

had I dined with you, growing


larger with each bite.

Maybe I’d have been as much

more-than-bone as I am now,


as my mother always has been.

I’ve always wanted you


to be my dad. Even now,

as I write a formal list

of all the reasons to keep you


the length of the law away

from me, I just want to hug you


without considering the shape

of my nipples as they graze

your chest, or the softness


of my voice as I say

I miss you. I love you.


I mean this

as a daughter

to her dad.

Bio – Anastasia DiFonzo (she/her) is a San Diego based poet with a cat named Klaus. Her debut chapbook, A Certain Serenity, is out now with Puna Press. Currently, her work can be found in Olney Magazine, Serotonin Poetry, Tempered Runes Press, and elsewhere. When she’s not writing, she can be found hugging her cat, drinking coffee, and/or staring blankly into the abyss. Feel free to contact her at, or on Instagram @anastasia.difonzo or Twitter @anmidaludi

Seventy x Seven by Andrea Y Rodriguez

“Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times?                    Jesus saith unto him, I say


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