passa o espaço da palavra com sua selva sem margem
- mário chamie
I am not my body. Get me out of here.
Hope
is a charred skeleton
of a house visible from a road that snakes
through the valley of memory
where fig trees burst from the ground like throaty laughter.

Tommy Pico
If language is a structure born
of the desire to communicate, can I really be blamed when Money says
anxiety is only real when the face breaks and I’m chipping like paint?

Tommy Pico
left alone to spiral into the abyss of maladaptive delusion
- madisen kuhn
The ageless lust of an elusive closeness.
Madisen Kuhn
Love consists in this, 
that two solitudes protect and border and greet each other.

Roland Barthes
And I can’t pretend to know the watermelon lollipop 
Without the tongue that exists only to melt it away

Madisen Kuhn
Maybe the chaos will always be there but 
I’ll find a way to break it down into mulch and grow 
Pears and herbs and gardenias from what’s left of me
It takes a while to accept that the shadows matter

Madisen Kuhn
Where does it come from
The longing 
The need to be loved by the things that we love
I hear a song or read a poem and I’m on my knees

Madisen Kuhn
I told you I’m always afraid to die 
Except when I’m reading Mary Oliver

Madisen Kuhn
Haven’t I lived long
enough to know that the sand falls at the whim of my own hand? I’ve been
saving it up, but for what, I still don’t know.

Madisen Kuhn
I think I’ll never grow tired of the echo
Madisen Kuhn
Poem Number Two on 
Bell's Theorem
or The New Physicality of Long Distance Love
June Jordan

There is no chance that we will fall apart 
There is no chance 
There are no parts.