Hot Metal Bridge

Current Issue : Number Twenty-Five



You make me feel like there are cameras in my home.
One blue-eye open. Analysis of my unsteady hand
and I remember you drained like a balloon.
O, can you think of a time when you
weren’t seeking perfection in women and still required
so little from yourself. Again, I want to
shrink away from your monocle (very
Mr. Peanut.) Stop looking at me, I was always
the sideshow to your bombed circus.



Amanda Tumminaro lives in Illinois with her family. She has been published in Ceremony, Black Book Press, and Storm Cellar. In her free time she enjoys relaxing, watching movies, and hanging out with her extremely hip cat named Goldie.