By Dorothea Lasky
I still feel the same
As the day that I first met you
Though softened by all of this time
I still think…
As the day that I first met you
Though softened by all of this time
I still think…
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- By Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one… - By Kimberly Johnsoni
The last time I lost you, I had turned
To salt. The hospice nurses all assured
An easier passing… - By Dorothy ParkerI think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands… - By Countee CullenWhat if you come
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know.
That it is so,
Having heard? - By Caroline Harper NewA man by the name of Skinner becomes famous
for keeping caged
pigeons, whom his clock feeds or starves
at random. Their tiny twitching heads exaggerate until... - By Irina RatushinskayaI know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
Later. … - By Anastasia Taylor-LindIt’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom… - By T.S. Leonardand it ends, of course, in fabulous heartbreak, like anything—
it’s not an if, but when—so the trick … - By Fatimah AsgharMy teacher says of their cat, now gone
missing. In his absence, everything is still.
The small, silvered… - By Martha SilanoIs this the last time I’ll admire the guys
in their neon-yellow slickers, guiding us
to our parking spots… - By Lis SanchezDo I hear you, flitting dream, shaking your feathers?
I am sitting perfectly still, preventing the … - By Jayne CortezI wanna be bitchy
I said I wanna be a bitch
cause when you nice
true love don’t come
into your life
You get… - By Ada LimónSometimes, I think you get the worst
of me. The much-loved loose forest-green
sweatpants, the long bra… - By Molly PeacockWhen you looked up and said, “Thank you,” I saw
your gratitude rise over us like rain.
It seemed external… - By Patricia Smith1. You crush me with your damning glimpses, Anna. You,so rancorous, so wounding, and so cruelly bred…
- By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,
Some type of supernatural creature.
My mother would tell… - By Amanda JohnstonA friend once said, Love
just means you’ll be there.
I remember hospital rooms,
machines humming softly with life.
Doctors with thin percentages
of hope and heavy brows.
The late nights alone in a parked car
screaming into the void.
How we empty ourselves of grief
and climb Love’s... - By Steven G FullwoodAnd how exciting is that?
Still a man’s gotta get laid
And you are a place to lie
So here we are
Lying
My blood does not boil
With anticipation
Sex with you is largely
Anthropological:
I show up
Dive into your body
Devour your affection
Sit in your yard
In my draws
Eat... - By Leia K. BradleyMarita, don’t tell me to pick one.
I am either barefoot or wearing six-inch Pleasers—
my gender is dirty-soled and naked or
...