By Adam Giannelli
There’s so much of you that I don’t understand.
I have B-days. I have D-days. I’ll stutter on an M-word…
I have B-days. I have D-days. I’ll stutter on an M-word…
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- By Adam GiannelliCertain words are still warm with your touch: stutter,
for instance. It always gives me trouble. Perhaps… - By Lisa LowThis white man is known for his tallness. When he was in high school, people suggested he play basketball…
- By Khadijah QueenAfter my limbs retreat into their sockets
again, my spine slips its discs
back into pain’s fist until… - By Lisa LowYou track the proliferation of white male/Asian female couples on the street, in your friend groups,…
- By Abner DormiendoTumawa ako nang sabihin ng kaibigan ko na ang kabaliktaran ng ‘laslas’ ay ‘salsal.’ Walang tumawa noong…
- By Sanam SheriffI have been made anew
like the first hour of sun
after days of rain.
I have kissed the face
of the … - By Abner DormiendoTranslated By Ethan ChuaI laughed when my friend told me ‘laslas’ backward is ‘salsal,’ cutting himself one way, touching himself…
- By Victoria ChangTwo swans turn into four swans. As if each swan yearned for time but time just multiplied into other…
- By Katie CondonI am a child convinced I am a worm.
This alarms people.
I am given a rosary
to guide me. Told I am… - By Sanam SheriffThese days, freedom
means: no shame.
What she calls
your cock rises
at its name, invisible
as wind… - By E. Ethelbert Milleronly language
can hold us together
i watch the women
bead their hair
each bead a word
braids becoming
sentences… - By Mayda Alexandra del ValleI was the girl who worked behind the counter at the skate shop. Never stepped on a skateboard, but could…
- By marion eames whiteTRUTH
BE TOLD: I FUCKED UP - By Safiya Kamaria Kinshasashe continued to soar past the jerk barrels and carcasses of Sainsbury’s shopping bags, even the thickest…
- By Susan HoweLeft the body
Drowsd a little
Done with soul
–
What to think
Dusting up crown
Garment mirror… - By Michael DumanisThe person always is
before the person was,
coughing and breathing
with the one throat,
smoking and laughing… - By Sean SingerFirst, I took off my jacket,
then my shirt, pants,
shoes, underwear, then
my skin, then my muscles,
then… - By Liang PingTranslated By Wang PingNaked is a good word
That must not be desecrated.
The heart doesn’t hide dirt,
So it can beat free till… - By XiwaTranslated By Wang PingWe believe in our soul
More so than our visible, touchable flesh
We believe in our soul, as if we had …