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By Faylita Hicks
Crawling out from between the legs of a woman
with my name still wetly slathered across her chin,
I cradle the lewd silk of our venom
up against the hot swell of my caged chest, wade out
through her front door, into the murky billows
of the damned and the damnable,
By Rio Cortez
Just as close to living as you are to disappearing knowing
my limits you locate the tender spots without.
By Tala Khanmalek
unbound pages carry my inheritance from Baba
a strategy to get around the system, like Baba
By Hayan Charara
The Arab apocalypse began around the year
of my birth, give or take—
the human apocalypse,
a few thousand years earlier.
By Aurora Levins Morales
Why do they call us "the patient"
We are not patient. We endure.
By Adela Najarro
I have learned to speak dementia
by looking straight into her eyes
smiling, laughing, then digging deep
By Leigh Sugar
I knew it was something bodies could do, disobey –
a girl a grade above had died that fall
of the cancer I was being tested for in winter,
By Margo Tamez
The weather in Brecksville was in transition.
He was wearing a light jacket. The seasonal
change of weather variations,
By Peggy Robles-Alvarado
She insists three kids are more than enough
Puerto Rican Tías are missing wombs
Tells me I’m still young, more than “just a mom”
By María Fernanda
We leave our leather. Finding a spot on Miya’s
living room floor, we untuck our bound things:
a borrowed yoga mat, a stretched hair tie,