LA VIRGEN DE GUADALUPE APPEARS IN MY BATHROOM MIRROR
“Guadalupe tells me to pull it together! Time to chingona up, mija! / She palms my red nail polish and adorns her nails with OPI’s drop it like it’s hawt.”
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Poetry We Admire: Rising Poets
By Sara Dudo
In this Poetry We Admire column, we revisit some of our previous Rising Poet Prize winners to see what new poems they have published.
What Is Pupation If Not Purgatory Misdefined?
“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.”
I Eat Poets’ Words for Dinner
“But when I seek a kindred spirit excited to chew the fatty gristle of the English language, I often have to scramble out of the trenches and run to the nearest poet.”
Night Of 1000 Apophases
By Will Summay
“my father siphons the dreams / out of my forehead before bed. / He draws out every last drop / & what is left?”
The Arc of a Rocket is Louder
“the lover licks the lover’s silver tooth like a seafarer / pointing to the south we are alpha centauri”
Opened
“We bisect midnight, listening to Oppen. / Refusing to be numerous is to be frozen.”
I think I hate gardening
By Emily Tong
“here, too caught up in their fear & old / bones & fear. All writhing knots & / fray.”