A SoldierBy Admiel Kosman, translated from the Hebrew by Lisa Katz
the melting seconds of your longing / in the brown of a military shirt
She Walked In / She Walked OutBy Roberto Montes
Whatever you touched grew more like itself
Question of OriginsBy Kamil Bouška, translated from the Czech by Ondrej Pazdirek
Each fossil / is overburdened with life
How Easy to Live with ChoiceBy Esther Lin
Oh it’s / a gold rush of expectations this place.
Apocalypse with Bed SheetsBy Brian Clifton
I pick him up, / and he unravels / into a sheet.
Hyel’s ZumbiBy jayy dodd
Call his neck plum, when it bruises / say the skin makes it easy to digest.
Straight to the jawline bloody IgorBy Shelly Taylor
Future of Language: Trumpets skyward, you know about it, side eye, you know how goes silence in the rock-n-roll
Twentieth-First CenturyBy Samuel Amadon
Future of Language: I vote with my feet. I vote with my wallet. / I vote in person with my vote.
Hera, Say HelloBy Meghan Privitello
Why, among this applause, / have I become so small in this life
There’s no such thing as a free symphonyBy Sonya Bilocerkowycz
We reap / such risky skills from childhood
the underworldBy Tyler Gonlag
your sad eyes are a river / the locals know not to swim
VisionsBy Kate Gaskin
Cousin, I have had a premonition.
From L’Heure Bleue, or The Judy PoemsBy Elisa Gabbert
it’s good to remember / how much it hurts
White Boy Time Machine: SoftwareBy Hieu Minh Nguyen
b u t w h e r e a r e y o u r e a l l y f r o m ? / yesterday is the wrong answer, tomorrow too
In VitroBy Christopher Salerno
hair as unreal / as a doll built by hand / in the hold of beautiful ship
Lessons on ExpulsionBy Erika L. Sánchez
This grain, this / wild greedy thing
[I too drag around tin cans]By Yosefa Raz
Boundaries of Nations: I too fear / invisible drunken singers, I too fear / white horses.
Love American-Made/ Your Toy Ode:UsBy Aliah Lavonne Tigh
Boundaries of Nations: The heart I hide behind the hood: / always speeding hot, too / easily interstated.
Annie Scrubs Motel FloorsBy Brianna Albers
there was no sex & the bruises / were Boy’s way of saying no, then yes, then no again
The Parable of the Wayward ChildBy Shara McCallum
All her life as if / she in a race with ruin.
The Saints of the Last DaysBy Aimée Baker
Pray that on this evenfall, bees will fly thick / from her mouth.
I From Absolute SolitudeBy Dulce María Loynaz, translated from the Spanish by James O'Connor
I believe they are many, and some are beautiful and deserve to live.
Charon’s ObolBy Madeleine Wattenberg
The truth is / I’d tongue the honey from most any hand / that granted me a crossing.
ArtBy Chris Martin
Everything is art / to be broken.
SutureBy Philip Schaefer
Every day a heart is pulled / out like a wet plum from one body / and placed inside another.
Sita Considers Her RebellionsBy Vandana Khanna
She has killed things / (though it is forbidden) with her hands
The Last BreathBy Ewa Lipska, translated from the Polish by Margret Grebowicz
This party has no history.
Whatever We Name, We ExceedBy Mary Kovaleski Byrnes
these things I try to name each day / were never mine to lose.
preservation tacticsBy Abi Pollokoff
Boundaries of Nature: an orange, plucked, a fester, a fist— / we eat dead things to stay alive
The World’s Oldest Cherry Tree Is Alive and Well but Barely Able to WalkBy Maya Janson
Boundaries of Nature: Underfoot, / the spring grass was an animal whose fur must never be cut.