By Vanessa Deering
in the building two women’s restroom & in the strangest places
i want to tell you the most mundane things…
i want to tell you the most mundane things…
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- By T.S. Leonardand it ends, of course, in fabulous heartbreak, like anything—
it’s not an if, but when—so the trick … - By Fatimah AsgharMy teacher says of their cat, now gone
missing. In his absence, everything is still.
The small, silvered… - By Olive FranklinLoved you since I was little, on the playground break-time
-brawled with you and your mismatched cuffs… - By Jessica JiangTiffany,
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore… - By heidi andrea restrepo rhodesI: My beloved is called an inconceivable beast, a spectacle diagnosed with teratoid genitalia, a chaos…
- By Darrel Alejandro HolnesThis love dares not speak its name
in some states
until your eyes say it
on a beach in Ft. Lauderdale… - By Janice Lobo Sapigao1.
i wish i could tell you why i go back and forth between cities.
maybe i belong to the bridges &… - By SapphoTranslated By Anne CarsonHe seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your … - By Ada LimónSometimes, I think you get the worst
of me. The much-loved loose forest-green
sweatpants, the long bra… - By William Butler YeatsI
I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last being but a broken man
I must be satisfied with my heart, although
Winter and summer till old age began
My circus animals... - By Li-Young LeeWrist,
neck,
shoulder,
waist,
you turn.
And I turn with you.
Glance,
grasp,
blush,
breath,
you turn.
And I turn… - By Rosabetty MuñozTranslated By Claudia Nuñez de IbietaHere we converge toward the only star.
Let’s fall in, love of mine,
let’s drop our oars
down to where night… - By Rosabetty MuñozAquí confluimos hacia la única estrella.
Volquémonos amado mío,
dejemos caer los remos
hasta donde la noche… - By Julian GewirtzMy new country says drinks are cheap and I know what he wants.
Bartender folds her forefinger nine ninety… - By Raúl ZuritaTranslated By William RoweAnd then rained down from ferocious clouds
our empty pupils heard the suspended breakers
beat while down… - By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the party and the seed on the ground the afterparty.) I am getting so good at watching that...
- By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukTo voice something that doesn’t end in a smile is odd. The spirit circles the body, doctors can’t see…
- By Tilsa OttaPronunciar algo que no termine en una sonrisa es extraño. El alma circula por el cuerpo,los doctores…
- By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukSince everything turns
I can always talk about myself
and you’ll know I'll be speaking of you
Always
we …