By Salma Amrou
“peeling the skin of the same fruits until we peeled / back our own, to read our palms better, only // to find a line drawn straight down the middle, / one our mapless fingers could not cross.”
By Troy Wong
“As for me I promise I will never ask you to do a dramatic reading // of any of my old Facebook posts, only that you / touch my face in the Vietnamese restaurant”
“in your amniotic chamber, you wrestle / with visions of formation. does time / pass if nobody is around to take note?”
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“an uncle said the best thing to do to your loved / dead ones is to find them under the rubble. / plant them lillies.”
“one day i’ll trade god for his crimson-lipstick cadillac the permanent moon / and the sublime insignia his tires make kicking gravel down my drive.”
“You tied a red string around my ankle, / saying this is how we will remember, // The faux-umbilical noose criminal”