By Imani Davisa political statement walks into an art classroom. it could be the walls, or her bones, either way
some white structure will soon betray her with its crumbling.
By Purvi ShahYou had a name no one
could hold between their
teeth. So they pronounced
By Wo ChanShe closed the doors
and then the blinds
and then her face, midday.
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