The fall
“Perhaps, we live just in these / Boundless resources hedging / Us to an end no matter where / We’re standing,”
Poetry
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Turn Over
“Perhaps he ached to refresh / his smart phone screen to see numbers creep, / a few hundred at a time, as much care as a single vote / could ever endure, in this country counted by counties.”
The Love of Dusk
By Satya Dash
“My mother believes / in the holiness of tides. Till today, she reminds me to have my food / well before an eclipse begins. She knows, the sun doesn’t care and the moon / pretends to.”
For the Boy I Wanted, Fifty Years Ago, To Take to the Senior Prom
“This week your throat has refused to swallow / any of your favorites we tempt it with – / Black Bing cherries, Pemaquid oysters, minced papaya.”
Vox
By Lauren Green
“I palm each of my mother’s reprimands, plant them in the lily garden / for when she is gone”
Miscegenation Elegy
“Have you hear a person bloom? / In that garden, Edith’s lips hymn. Skyline maintains its mar. / The poem required sound from a body.”
Scene XLIV
“I was a girl and palmed the stovetop. It would be so easy, to point to the moment of / the burn and say, yes, it was then that I lost my innocence. Not my limbs brittle on his bed.”
Heaven
By Gaia Rajan
“Once, / a taxonomist wanted to know if women were engineered to perform / labor, so he exhumed teeth, sewed them into a girl.”
INSIDE ME ARE ICEBERGS THAT MAKE IT HARD TO DANCE
“How’s your uterus? she asks, as if doctors foraging to unearth / my fertility is haha-worthy.”