Wherever the nurse touches youBy Simon Perchik
the way your blood here to there / drifts off course
NortherlyBy Sarah Crossland
There is no word for emergency after the body / wilts.
PowerBy JoAnna Novak
So Nurse, take mine, girl tabs and man cuticles, two fingers // to the wrist.
The Moonshiner’s PrayerBy Kevin Heaton
I’ll dance in the spirit with rattlers at the First Pentecostal snake church.
The President of SnailsBy Maung Day
Would I want a house full of dead sparrows? No, I wouldn’t.
DictationBy Hsia Yü, translated from the Chinese by Steve Bradbury
The man who leaves for Ye today will promptly get there yesterday
Deaf Sign for BeautifulBy Zoe Dzunko
I never did heal, we each / took our turns at crying in cubicles
Kuzguncuk HotelBy Haydar Ergülen, translated from the Turkish by Derick Mattern
what’s life but where my memories keep shacking up
malignant catarrhal feverBy Joey De Jesus
we measure our Januaries in loss
GravityBy Sam Collier
three times the smoky war has kissed her hand / and galloped off with somebody she loved.
PsychopompBy Paul Beilstein
The popular literature says I got / the right amount of sleep
Dear Juniper,By Russ Woods
Just tell me it’s impossible for someone / to stop being invincible later on after starting out that way.
Picking Up Branches After A Wind StormBy Sara J. Grossman
where we assemble the lone // and are among them.
Love Song of the AssimilatedBy Jaswinder Bolina
I’m no busboy, Bunny, I’m a yachtsman.
Expeditions to the Polar SeasBy Gale Marie Thompson
This is when I’d like to see gravity happen.
SunriseBy Ejiofor Ugwu
The rope almost loops / in an obvious feast of beheading.
Staring as I Was into the Sequined DoomBy B.J. Soloy
I don’t mean to sing disaster.
The Nail at Night Gradually DeepensBy Kim Kyung Ju, translated from the Korean by Jake Levine and Jung Hi-Yeon
nobody really owns the wild beast they raise / until they learn to cry
The Disposal of Evil, 1926By Dan Ivec
I looked in the mirror and saw myself stealing things with a devil.
HeadstandBy Fani Papageorgiou
my question to you is how will we hold off distress
Milk TeethBy Karissa Morton
It means you can still feel the heavy thrum of thigh / on saddle, can smell the man’s blood-hunger
Stories of SvetBy Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach
but the girl stayed dancing / underwater a wild catfish tangled in broken whiskers / until you couldn’t tell them apart
Ritual of the Bacabs
By Kathryn Nuernberger
as The Strange Case of Kate Abbott
First he suspected she swallowed / the pins herself from compulsion, but then no, that was not it.
You Knock a Third TimeBy Nance Van Winckel
What’d’ya mean you don’t know me? / I’ve bought bibles off you before!
Through the Long GreenhouseBy Stephanie Rose Adams
I stepped so cleanly out / the leeches clinked and fell
An excerpt from “A Kind of Goodbye”By Hugo Claus, translated from the Dutch by David Colmer
Who’s coughing? It’s my throat, that’s all. / Really, no.—I never saw you.
She Gets To Him FirstBy Lisa Lewis
The trouble with night // is morning, she’s singing, wringing out socks / over a tub
PhoenixBy Molly Brodak
He saw kind rich men walking through the dark as if through a city.
clocksBy Ana Martins Marques, translated from the Portuguese by Elisa Wouk Almino
if we have migraines, eczemas, allergies: / day
AnimismBy Weston Cutter
Be still in rootless snowmelt, in the shh- / there-it-is revelation of dirt