What My Heart Consists Of by Halle Preneta

Halle Prenaeta (she/her) enjoys writing short stories and poetry and gets her ideas from random life experiences. When she’s not writing, she’s either watching YouTube or playing Animal Crossing. Her Twitter handle is @YaTheatreNerd. You can check out more of her work here.

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pizza rats deserve the world by anna lindwasser

pizza rats deserve the world nyc has the best pizza in the world and if you say otherwise i’ll fight you in the sewer with two rats tied around my hands and two pigeons lifting me up by the shoulders. one time my formerly brooklynite father directed me to luigi’s pizza. the sourdough crust made me want to transform into a hawk so i could steal slices from dive-bombed customers. 2bros cradled me through broke and drunken nights. artichoke basille replaced my heart. lombardi ’s could stuff me into a brick oven and i ’ d happily lick its insides. my hometown is beautiful and impossible and we have the best pizza in the world. i went to maryland one time and had pizza in dessert pie crust. that pizza made me want to transform into a hawk so i could snatch it from customers’ hands and then fly back to nyc to get them some real pizza. but lately i’ve been thinking about how nyc is just one cell in the animal of earth. i’m an anxiety dream turned flesh, built for ch...

Lies and Pizza by Ellie Rose McKee

Lies and Pizza Round triangles trying to be three things at once Crispy and soft and dripping Base sauce topped with topping dipped in dipping sauce Consumed whole Devoured with glee Sweet on the tongue Hot on the tongue Warm fullness in the belly And then drowsiness Satiation A moment’s satisfaction And then suddenly remembering your recent Lactose intolerance diagnosis That always slips your mind When round triangles sizzle seductively Ellie in pizza-land Wonderous whispers–– Eat Me, Eat Me – Oh. Oh no no no. The taste turns sour in your mouth. Ellie Rose McKee is a writer from Northern Ireland. She has had poems published by Arlen House, Nine Muses Poetry, and Black Bough; has had short stories included in Women Aloud NI's 'North Star' anthology, The Bramley, and Scarlet Leaf Review; and has been blogging for over ten years.

Adaptive Delivery Protocols by Ethan Hedman

Adaptive Delivery Protocols A thin crust was readied, spread by robot limbs Smearing barbecue sauce, sprinkling cheese on the dough Bits of chicken and pineapple drop down to trim The pizza hits the ovens, flash-cooked in a row Its order prepared, the drone secures its load Soaring out from its station, high into the sky It darts past hovertraffic, finding the abode Of its latest client, awaiting their pie The building is vast, shooting up past the clouds Though the drone stays far lower, its target in sight Weaving through the rest of the late-night food crowd It finds the apartment, still lively with light A faint jingle chimes from the balcony door Accompanied by a soft tap on the glass The homeguard app vibrates the phone on the floor Its AI soon opting to let the drone pass The drone floats through the doorframe, now in silent mode Finding its human patron, dozed off through the wait ...

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