Oil: A Love Poem
By Chris AugustAmerica, don’t we love like oil?
Don’t our slippery arms
Pave the pores of those who need us?
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Prayer of the Backhanded
By Jericho BrownNot the palm, not the pear tree
Switch, not the broomstick,
Nor the closet extension
Cord, not his braided belt, but God
If You Leave Your Shoes
By Joseph RossIf you leave your shoes
on the front porch
when you run
Judicial Temperament
By Dan VeraThurgood whispers in Sonia's ears
You know they said the same things about me?
Master two languages, graduate at the top
Torso
By Francisco AragónDespite the absent head (whose eyes
were the green of apples)