
The easiest way is to say it
“There is no one to call in the city / when night pulls the sharpest stars out of me,”
“There is no one to call in the city / when night pulls the sharpest stars out of me,”
By Iris Lee
“I fell in love with a broccoli woman whose head flowered / into florets of poetry. At first, her presence / was nutritious. We were both so green,”
By Kit Dwyer
“Mark distance by bridges, time by tide. / Stride over that flowing heart two, ten, twenty times a day, / until you forget what side your body is on.”
By Aether
“the world outside wasn’t real / laid inside its steeple, let sunlight drift in / through its stained glass of vines and leaves.”
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“If I could, I’d be as tender with words / as with husbands & I’d hammer / out pine dining chairs into cellos”
“I’ve been trying to whip sore / wounds into weapons, if only through language; / the tight lisp of my new name,”