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TWO POEMS by Danez Smith
SLOW TWERK or how to tame a brushfire or how you get on his last nerve & juke on it or how he breathes while he dreams of a mouth full or how the war was won when you got him limp
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THE CITY IS A BODY BROKEN by Natalie Scenters-Zapico
Most days, the light falls so thick I don’t know what it is to be without it. At night we lie in bed away from each other, the moon so bright it is a scrim for the sun. When clouds come, monsoons flood freeways, trap old tires against barbed wire.
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HARBINGERS by Tory Adkisson
There are kettles of vultures resting on the stove. Some apple cores rotting in the trash. Our home’s a monastery, kestrels hang from the ceiling like tiny bells. You get angry whenever I ask too many questions, but my gullet hangs open, thirsty for answers.
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