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Lisa Suhair Majaj because wind soughs in the branches of trees
like blood sighing through veins
because in each country there are songs
Khaled Mattawa Now that we have come out of hiding,
Why would we live again in the tombs we’d made out of our souls?
And the sundered bodies that we’ve reassembled
Regie Cabico queer me
tell my students i'm gay
Nicholas Samaras What is that red throbbing over the sound of engines?
Why is a distant war still being talked about in the media?
I can't see my home or Iraq or the Middle East
outside this bowed rectangle of blue altitude.
Anne Waldman the aquarium deserted now,
this is the song at dusk I write in the notebook:
Saul Landau The Cold War is over
why aren't we having fun
I have destroyed my internal Timex
Jennifer Perrine Under the surface of this winter lake,
I can still hear him say you're on thin ice
now, my heel grabbed, dragged into the opaque
Richard Blanco All of us as vital as the one light we move through,
the same light on blackboards with lessons for the day:
equations to solve, history to question, or atoms imagined,
Gowri Koneswaran we're taught to hold hands
when we cross the street
or walk with our mothers in parking lots or
Lauryn Nesbitt As long as you wake up everyday you should have
no reason to complain, right
i guess if i'm still breathing then i'm not really