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2017

47 Poems: A Poem

Wrapt in gentle tulle chiffon / silk and linen / cup my balls in lukewarm saline

MEMOIR/COMPOSITION WITH FISH

There as an abstract silver quality not belonging / to any frenzy or food

Absolutely necessary is to join always more things. / And further because I think the wind.

Raquel Salas Rivera,

moon / swallower of magnifying glasses / scalpel of light

Shannon D. Bushnell,

I’ve Been Looking for Jobs in Antarctica

Memories are like stars / Admire the sky as a whale

Wendy Chin-Tanner,

I keep saying it out loud, your name / meaning April, meaning Spring.

Heather Derr-Smith,

The waves wash me up in an imaginary bikini. / I put my fingers in your mouth, / and you push me under.

I’m so black that I make Micheal Blackson / not seem so / Black, son

Rebecca Hazelton,

the glass pinecones / reflect your cold climate character

Stefanie LeJeunesse,

Stand at the sink shelling pistachios / contemplating how well the Xanax is / working.

We are thirsty and we wish for rain

We speak towards proper weather. / Towards knowing the horizon as well as / our heft, our hips.

The president is shooting holes / Through my bedsheet. Why are / you laughing?

you had / a little headache from / the light dinner / of boiled flowers

A red wherever / sunlight has fallen

Kevin Sampsell,

Money Is Murder

I once heard / of a teenager / who threw / a fifty-cent piece / off a highway overpass

Emily Kendal Frey,

WE TURN OUR ATTENTION TO THE DARKNESS OF INFINITE SPACE

My feelings for you have yellowed / Turkey sandwich, ham sandwich

Dena Rash Guzman,

this is scatterbrain / a theory of a war-torn mind

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