“Never have I known this body to be anything but ululation. / Blessed be the bodies beatified by dolour; / theirs is grief’s gospel, turned flesh.”

Poetry We Admire: Rising Poets

I Eat Poets’ Words for Dinner

“the lover licks the lover’s silver tooth like a seafarer / pointing to the south we are alpha centauri”

“I unwind / a migratory bird, / an orphaned accordion,”

“We bisect midnight, listening to Oppen. / Refusing to be numerous is to be frozen.”

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“here, too caught up in their fear & old / bones & fear. All writhing knots & / fray.”

“■² opens me up to dine w/ wolves, ■³ is a phlebotomist ■⁴ a carnivorous flower / any further ■’s are ≥ gods”

“our names pierced through the pond’s surface tension / now fortified by the backs of algae.”