Set the Garden on Fire

By Chen Chen My friend’s new neighbors in the suburbs
are planting a neat row of roses
between her house & theirs.

To the Fig Tree on 9th and Christian

By Ross Gay Tumbling through the
city in my
mind without once
looking up

By Lauren K. Alleyne As a child, I'd refuse to eat my veggies,
pushing them round and round my plate
until my mother's glare unclamped my jaw

By Jericho Brown They said to say goodnight
And not goodbye, unplugged
The TV when it rained. They hid

By Emily K. Bright It is nearly midnight and I'm
scrubbing at the grout.
The dishes, washed,

By 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

By Tarfia Faizullah In Grandmother's house,
we are each a room that
must remain locked. Inside

By Antoinette Brim Let the moon untangle itself
from the clothesline, as coming daylight
diminishes its lamp to memory.

By Penelope Scambly Schott Back when I used to march
in the noon of the green world,
I sang like a crow.

By Joseph O. Legaspi slides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me