“I recited the what for you / The wallpaper, peristaltic, listened & interred”
By Jane Zwart
“these studies are stirred / from other colors. The leaf turns / brown because it has been green / and gold and red.”
“I dwell inside / the eye of your brain, the word on the page: me, / split for anyone to try.”
How many words do I / know for hunger? What is the nestling space /
between two countries / of conflict called?
I vulture myself when I touch you, /
my stomach its own feast, my tongue a prayer for a tongue.
By K. Iver
There are so many gods wanting my soreness. / I can bruise my forehead bowing before so many statues.
By Mimi Yang
“lately I no longer want to know the lineage of this body, its cruel / names, its lonely machine,”
“This National Poetry Month, we turn to poems of Dedication, written for, written after.”