Zoe Tuck

into the B plot as into a hot tub, slip into my alternate time stream admit your acolytes

Aya Satoh

For example, my brother can’t write our last name in kanji but our obachan made me practice it for 20 minutes straight until it was beautiful enough to be written by an actual 日本人。.


the last time i loved, the words died in my belly. the sparks quit next, & then the boy.

Audra Puchalski

The light says, I love these leaves. / The light says, you’ve been swindled. / The light says, let me dry off these rocks.

H. Melt

on trans street / there are bungalows / courtyard buildings / & rent control

Dimitri Reyes

next door and the tienda on the corner, who spoke / very little English, who didn’t mention his wife

Dorothy Chan

I-coordinate-blue-and-pink-outfits-with, why don’t we / just nix the whole wedding idea, disappoint our parents, / and just go somewhere and eat wedding cakes?

Phuong T. Vuong

I am in the mood to mourn / against the storm outside / I tear up under covers / turn on a warm light / Darling / I want your fingers

E.B. Schnepp

Mother and he had been on friendly terms since / before Boy could remember.

JR Mahung

here is the story whereby / the black boy is carried unto a river / named by his people for a road into the sun

Kay Ulanday Barrett

On the weekends during lunch, / a cigarette balanced on a grin, / BBQ marinade of RC cola, B96 blaring bass, / Tito Bong made the meat.

Amalie Kwassman

still telling the same story in the hospital / about how grandma was choking and choking on that pill / but she got it down with just a little bit of applesauce

Kayleb Rae Candrilli

Which is almost as long / as the Trojan war. The year / my father took her was all oil spills

Jessica Lieberman

iii. Tongue out of groove. Meaning, nacre nacre with no grain. No luster here.

Lily Wang

what can I do / without disturbing anyone? / can I pray?

Natalie Homer

The gray-green membrane between spring and summer / is my event horizon

Nicholas Goodly

call them low art I send bangers only / my nudes are a Rothko Yellowbone no. 2 I am / pictured in pleasure a joy almost aggressive

Olatunde Osinaike

Decades from now my first father-daughter dance unrehearsed & / wouldn’t you know it I’m already there though my legs are still catching

Ijeoma Umebinyuo

The birds chirp, the sun follows, this is how the morning arrives / And my cousin Chinelo knocks on my door, waiting for breakfast

jess Rizkallah

i wish i could go into ambiguous romantic interactions with a sign around my neck that says I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER

Jason Harris

three years ago nine black disciples were slain in bible song & since, no signs of goodness have breached the headlines

Fargo Tbakhi

and i think i’d like a boy to build a country in. i’d like a boy with land

Angela Qian

Mother, you still hold my wrist when we cross the street.

Brighde Moffat

Fat drops of rain. White spores on a shrinking fist. An infection borne down into the cells.

Sophie Paquette

I snip the buds between their legs, / deflower my girls grown in rows because

Vriddhi Vinay

I grabbed his hand and twisted its spokes through my thicket / and said I would peel his face back the way he peeled

George Abraham

i want to write about the blueberries i picked from the throat of a New England fall afternoon; how my hands plucked each branch like a familiar melody.

Chibųìhè Obi

made out of thin copper wires originally from a moon planet averse to gravity aware of the pool of rainwater wet stones

Eli Tareq Lynch

into her, and I’m just trying not to get burnt, trying to keep myself whole. Will you try to shatter me?

Inam Kang

[me, tense & admitting gunnah; him, heavy sob in a front seat]

Kwame Opoku-Duku

brother i was in a dream state/ Jesus was there/ & Gil Scott-Heron/ & the only sound/ the whirr of the ceiling fan/ brother/ the night we took

Piera Varela

It has been five seasons since Rat King was made into Rat King. It took one season for them to learn to speak in unison

Precious Musa

I am a gutted afterthought meaning my skin slips like any other

Rushi Vyas

We find a note in the house from St. V’s, a summons to a meeting to discuss suspension

Yolandi Cruz Guerrero

“after church, purse filled with easter eggs & holy water the wife takes the uncle in, it’s just for a few weeks, until he gets back on his feet.”

Tess Liem

“Your politics refers to an attempt to make/some part of yourself safe.”

Robin Richardson

“You mistook his peace for shyness mistook the blue for pools the eyes for danger because all the other eyes of all the other boys hid hostage narratives”

Rita Mookerjee

“I was nobody’s angel in the centerfold/too ballet scrawny to have any curves/too darkskinned to light up a room/too short to tower over my haters”

Monica Rico

“I will die on Sunday afternoon in Saginaw/following a plate of my mother’s/enchiladas, fried chicken, and rice.”

Jameson Fitzpatrick

“I’m never a teenager at all, if it can be arranged. I see the car coming and don’t make the left turn.”

Hannah Cohen

“my children will begin to understand sometimes Dads are not your real Dads maybe their real Dad is still wandering no change of clothes no cash no comb”

Claudia Delfina Cardona

“My body brown/as river. Silt all over/your fingers./I want to see you/lick yourself clean.”

Catch Business

“i can imagine you imagining me doing that with you like i was imagining in that moment / you never really know what the other person is thinking but i thought if we were off the clock i would try to find a way to kiss you”

Alison Kronstadt

“& what should I have grown up to be? She tried. Parted our hair to the side. Let two boys throw love at her one stuck she thought it was a miracle.”

Ish Klein

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Allyson Young

“According to National Geographic, scientists have now developed the technology by which to grow tiny human hearts on spinach leaves.”

Asdrubal Quintero

“cut offs and a racoon shirt/or finding fate in cut off (or la coupe)/where have you gone?”

Kyle Lopez

“permiso,/slice open a mango. stream the juice/along my collar bone and drink. Taste…”

Meredith Ramella

“Only please when you mean it./I’d give you all the stars//slipping across your milky chest,/spill them as secrets…”

Mitchell Glazier

“Drops of lavender/hush the sheets./Where’s my mind?/Curtained, squirming.”

Monica Lewis

“...6 months on, my hair began to drop me in chunks./i was 31. i was not ready to be bald because my brain was breaking.”

Rachelle Toarmino

“in the beginning/God felt a little cute/so in his image/He created man…”

Rena Priest

“The super sacredness of this,/my real Indian poem,/is going to absolve all white guilt, /but only if you buy my book…”

S. Erin Batiste

“Are your parents married? Why did your father marry her? Does he love her? Why is she so dark?”

Sanna Wani

“Don't know where my singing voice has gone./I swear I saw it somewhere here”

Trenton Pollard

“Two had been attacked/and had metal plates/in their foreheads./One thought he was dying,/but it was just the DT’s.”

Rashanda Williams

“She’d wash, clip plastic bags and Ziplocs to clotheslines. I’d unclip them,...”

Nisa Malli

“Sparrows tumbled from my throat, which is to say/the surgery was a success”

Natalie E. Illum

“if her allergens would keep to themselves./God forbid you have to be mindful/of dairy or cross contamination./...God forbid you ever worry/about the size and symbols/of a bathroom stall.”

Maitreyi Ray

“Slender girl with thick black plaits hides her teeth/from me when she smiles. her friendship is bravery./my body is violence.”

Karen An-Hwei Lee

“4. “Drink a daily glass of kombucha instead of sweet tea, blue algae, or cola.”/5. “Is kombucha similar to zero-calorie water or rambutan agua fresca?”/6. “You look so young. Do you drink a lot of kombucha or is it the melanin?”’

Dolly Lemke

“Dear dying moon/Dear blooming cherry/Dear barn window//Please grant permission”

Caitlin Thomson

“7. Pop one’s clogs/8. Struck down/9. Food for worms/10. Join the great majority”

Faylita Hicks

“she say she a witch now. can’t nobody break what’s broken & i’m all ivory.”

Colette Arrand

“When cis men say they worry/about dying in the floodwaters of a former/sheet of ice, I think it must be nice, the privilege/that allows a cis man to worry about drowning…”

Destiny Birdsong

“//whachu want/from me?//whachu/got that won’t get//me killed?/i ask this//of every//land/i’ve planted”

Kaiya Gordon

“Type drugs,/delete drugs. Type illness,/delete illness. I’m blurry/& depleted…”

Teo Mungaray

“funny how death isn’t much on the mind isn’t much a real thing isn’t much a/ concern until your body is a galactic crucible is a pillar of creation for the death-makers”

Sagirah Shahid

“Yesterday, I spent hours stroking the glean off my phone/until it erased every dead thing, until the dead were entwined/into its body.”

Nooks Krannie

“god under my chin//hung together by a rusted artery/a copper clasp, poking”

Karla Cordero

“i once cracked open the earth. pleaded clay & rock to bare/children.”

Jennifer Conlon

“Turn me into a mirror, a space/for you to trap light, arms/rising up to make/the illusion of a head”

Aeon Ginsberg

“The saying goes that revenge is a chilled soup. So, start with 2 whole Spanish yellow onions.”

Alexandria Hall

“I never liked his mother/because she never liked me. Afraid of the damage//when the damage leans over.”

Elisa Gonzalez

“Once an not now I/parachuted from a daring little plane.//As if a shipwreck survivor I crawled onto shore.”

Alexandra Martinez

My sister and I rolled our eyes at the stench: / sweet rotting orange salty seeds all sweat and tears / Now we squeeze oranges over our heads / Let their yolks drip down

Layne Ransom

“I want a life where I feel strange and intimate/with the border between the real and unreal//and still get to eat.”

Brandon Melendez

“if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.” “if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.”

Brittany Adames

“Often, when my mother leafs through large, cluster stacks of paper and/prepares them for the shredder, I imagine skin.”

Darla Mottram

“I say hello/to a small face peeking/round the corner of someone’s house:/a cat in my mind/until it stands upright…”

Kimberly Reyes

“He grabs and grabs your hand and you keep going, daring and bargaining and begging for grace, trapped in all the muck and fluidity of the in between space.”

Starr Davis

“My vagina is mostly scales; it belongs/in the water, filtered and innocent.”

Zaphra Stupple

“my dolls have hands not much smaller than mine/I rip the arms off my plastic baby doll/my mother pops them back in the sockets”

Parisa Thepmankorn

“And yes,/I still see spirits by the fireplace. A whole orgy/of voluptuous ghosts eating honey roasted peanuts.”

Tyler Friend

“You have/a sans-serif face; I wanna check out/your cerebrospinal fluid.”

Dana Alsamsam

“People bloom and divide like kaleidoscope beads around her blond yellow bead head.”

Geoff Anderson

“in the cobbler I baked a part of me/was not sure you would have a piece/because I could have been//alone.”

C.T. Salazar

“I’ve seen a boy go missing inside himself, so I searched for him/in cracked church bells & shot-out light bulbs.”

Caroline Chavatel

“She knows/how to mouth no, the shape/of her lips an opening pit…”

Alina Pleskova

“& I’m tuned into/the cicadas,/wanting to join/but what part/of the body/makes a sound/so primordial”

Alicia Lai

“Who wants a body that/wants this much to be alive?”

Ali Rachel Pearl

“No. I drank the oldest lake because it was either drink that or the drink the oldest sea and I’d already drank the oldest sea a few months ago…"

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