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Chrysanthemum

Intervention

By Chrysanthemum I hate the question: What would you say to your younger self? Too inexact. With what means? Through which technologies? Landline? Lie detector? Telepathy? Is it automatic? Call dispatch? Concierge? What’s the cost?
Zuggie Tate

The Days On Which Trans Women (I) win

By Zuggie Tate When the sun greets well-slept eyelids
when the nail doesn’t break
when the voice doesn’t crack,
when the bus grandmother says hello sweetness
when she pulls a honeycomb smile from this hive of a mouth
when the door is held
when her favorite flowers bloom
Ezra Fox

All My Names Are Living

By Ezra Fox They say I killed you,

say they can pry o pen

my / your
dead / name
like a mussel finds nothing

but the ocean's black silt.
Jimena Lucero

All of This Is Ours

By Jimena Lucero I go out in public &
cis people tell me I risk my visible self too much.
But I think I’m just co-existing.
Earth practices liberation.
This is how I’ve led my body.
Naturally, I am bold!
Golden

from UNDERGROUND

By Golden As in homonym,
humming with the cedars,

spitting spring
to claim a stasis, a season.
Ajanaé Dawkins

Last Century, Last Week: Holy Will

By Ajanaé Dawkins what is it ‘bout the river that makes even spirits sing? we hear a laugh & don’t know if its ours or our momma’s; our sister’s or otherworld kin. what current of possibilities. we could splash, laugh, water-dance. hell, we could baptize somebody. wash the wet of us they said would stay dirty our whole lives.
Jzl Jmz

Obligation #25 (TRANSACTION)

By Jzl Jmz I CROSS MY LEGS - I BRUSH
MY CLAVICLE / I PITCH MY
LAUGH - I LAUGH - I LOOK
AWAY / I SMILE
Quenton Baker

I AM IN THE WEATHER

By Quenton Baker every cloud that rolls off the ocean
pours my dead on me

the mad
the sick
the brave
the faceted
who chose the wave over their making
Ana Portnoy Brimmer

Sargassum / Sargazo

By Ana Portnoy Brimmer There’s so much to be learned from that which floats A patience
from the Gulf of Mexico to a sea of its name sargassum
drifts hand in hand with itself
Jaz Sufi

ETYMOLOGY OF BORDERS

By Jaz Sufi BORDER, from the Middle English bordure, meaning “the decorative band
surrounding a shield,” a heraldic device intended to identify
possession — this flag flies over that land, & so this land belongs
to…
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