After all the ways I have pictured sickness
how can I help but empty out?
Sara Renee Marshall, Letters for Others: JAC
It’s not clear how we walk: what into, what from. You, stranded from a mother, mothering.
Kate Jayroe, Screen Door
tonight, there’s an egg on the counter, just one, sitting perfectly still
Dena Rash Guzman
upon learning that my fear is not the sum of me
That these experiences have collected themselves as a congress in my brain, that they are in…
Rust Belt Summers
For K.W. // There was no air conditioning in summer, / our mothers made sure of that.The air…
Soft apple, your worminess concerns me. / After all the ways I have pictured sickness / how…
I keep running into the screen door at your parents’ house / it’s like I’m blind but…
Poem That Forgets It’s a Poem
This is a poem in the form of an epistle. / A ripe weed, flowering thistle, this, / My…
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