- Emily Dickinson
ARAR
Hedgehog
Paul Muldoon
The snail moves like a
Hovercraft, held up by a
Rubber cushion of itself,
Sharing its secret
With the hedgehog. The hedgehog
Shares its secret with no one.
We say, Hedgehog, come out
Of yourself and we will love you.
We mean no harm. We want
Only to listen to what
You have to say. We want
Your answers to our questions.
The hedgehog gives nothing
Away, keeping itself to itself.
We wonder what a hedgehog
Has to hide, why it so distrusts.
We forget the god
Under this crown of thorns.
We forget that never again
Will a god trust in the world.
Playing Army
Donovan McAbee
I died better than anybody.
My older brother said so.
He shot me from around
the corner of the house,
Pow-Pow-Pow, in quick succession.
As my body arched,
floating back towards the earth,
my rifle rolling up through the air,
all their mouths stood agape
to witness such fluid grace.
I was so damn good
every kid on the block
wanted to shoot me.
Gente, é óbvio que eu não estou falando de quem precisa seriamente [de medicação psiquiátrica], porque tem gente que precisa. Então apaga isso da mente.
- Viviane Mosé, Sem Censura (04/06/2026)
Tá bem, vou apagar.
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