
No Brackets on my Tongue
“Why you (wan’) me speak / like your Queen when I / have my own monarchy?”
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“Why you (wan’) me speak / like your Queen when I / have my own monarchy?”
“And so it begins: this greige gleam and economy, / this singular, smooth, silent, sweep. // A pearled page turning in a tome of darkness.”
“God, or a cell clot rooting in her walls: so I became this flesh.”
Here are four new poems we admire hitting magazines that speak to the vastness of cruelty, featuring work from Eloisa Amezcua in POETRY, George Abraham in Mizna, Aria Aber in The Adroit Journal, Stevie Edwards in The Journal.
“your legs may want to forget the name of this place, forget / how you rolled into it and swallowed its rain.”
“Like the skin / I tongued at the throat’s hollow— / that morning salt my favorite flavor.”
“In the red brick room, my father cries. / His cries are small, lonely animals. / I carry them with me / like an inheritance.”
“Yo vi las mejores mentes de mi generación destrozadas por remesa madness. / Starving. 10 cent. Maruchán. Limón y Valentina slurpin’ paisas”
“A strange earth / for this staggered colony of desperate valiant specks. There is / no there, here.”