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
Prairie Restoration ProjectBy Ari Banias
How we blink and chew and find ourselves // cubicle-hunched, tightened under humming fluorescents
Sotoportego del casin dei nobiliBy Tomaž Šalamun, translated from the Slovenian by the author and Michael Thomas Taren
I lose my mind, you’re without foreskin.
The Forgetting TreeBy Rae Paris
What kind of person walks over the bones of slaves? / What kind of person is a slave to bones?
Hydrangea AgendaBy Don Mee Choi
Major, It’s been a hell of a ride
In Lieu of Flowers,By Adam Houle
When they finish, let them lob / the spent meat and mumped skin / like siege shot.
Après CoupBy Cynthia Cruz
This is the vocabulary of killing.
BlasphemyBy Matt Sumpter
The worst thing we can think of, we’ve done
PioneerBy Elena T. Tomorowitz
Only two geese at midnight, only one within my range.
WishBy Marie-Claire Bancquart, translated from the French by Claire Eder
Once the bone has been ground up, who, through muslin, would recognize her hand from a dog’s paw?
Twenty FloraBy Andrew Seguin
Live an orchard life then pulp it for another.