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By Chris August
America, don’t we love like oil?
Don’t our slippery arms
Pave the pores of those who need us?
By Jody Bolz
Pages flit above the ruined bookstalls.
Blank or dark with words, it doesn’t matter:
paper is as dangerous as ink—as thought.
By Jericho Brown
Not the palm, not the pear tree
Switch, not the broomstick,
Nor the closet extension
Cord, not his braided belt, but God
By Remica L. Bingham
I enter to find all the students in uniform
occupying a small room.
By Lita Hooper
Frederick Lake has been to prison
finished his time
convicted in 1989
By Joseph Ross
If you leave your shoes
on the front porch
when you run
By Melisa Cahnmann-Taylor
Bionic Feeding Woman
whips breasts out, sprays
privacy netting over him
By Dan Vera
Thurgood whispers in Sonia's ears
You know they said the same things about me?
Master two languages, graduate at the top
By Francisco Aragón
Despite the absent head (whose eyes
were the green of apples)
By Natalie Illum
The first time I saw these activists turned
acrobats, I was immobilized as they arched
through hoops, twisting like DNA.