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The Editors
i know what online literary magazine
editors do on weekend mornings
without hangovers or girls to worry
about or to kick out of bed or to
try to frantically remember someone
to call from jail for bail money or to
try to figure out where the fuck
you fuckin parked the fuckin car
editors wake up at around 9 am
thinking that that is sleeping in
they make eggs, sunny side up
turkey bacon, lightly fried
with extra virgin olive oil, turn
on the coffee pot (the new filter
preemptively put in last night)
these same editors will turn on
the computer while petting their cats
with gay names, rubbing their backs
and log into their e-mail accounts
drooling over all the new meat, all
the submissions that they will have
to devour and slash through
and once all their eggs, sunny side up
and turkey bacon, lightly fried with
extra virgin olive oil, are eaten
and when most of the submissions are
read, criticized, some completely skipped
over, some placed at the bottom
of the pile to be read weeks or months
later and eventually forgotten,
they will place their fork and knife
down and get dressed for the day -
just like that, having taken lives
having eaten them, just like that
they will walk among us, guiltless:
cannibals in daylight.