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Adela Najarro I have learned to speak dementia
by looking straight into her eyes
smiling, laughing, then digging deep
Eugenia Leigh Someone on the internet is mourning
her dad—that old goat—with a goldmine
of anecdotes. Scraps of fondness I scrape off
her tweet—his beef wellington, her frogs. I want
Joselia Rebekah Hughes Black able rack able
hack able tack able
lack able slack able
Eli Clare drift
Margo Tamez The weather in Brecksville was in transition.
He was wearing a light jacket. The seasonal
change of weather variations,
Janice Lobo Sapigao we don’t know how to pay the bills on time
and we don’t know the password to your bank account
& in all of our languages I understand why you stacked
linens and face towels and rubber bands and plastic bags
in drawers and hallway closets
everything filled to the brim
Tarik Dobbs Chorus: Like a bridge over troubled water…
For years, settlers longingly, vertical, build over us, Starbucks has no sinks. Will we go? Lately, the bridge, their throne. When even these are somewhere to watch from, to drop a knee & propose somewhere to feel for a bank.
Maren Lovey Wright-Kerr when the makeup aisle stops at “caramel”
the makeup industry just thinks you already too pretty to need they products
Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha I wish you swift wind.
I wish you a changed phone number
that stays changed.
Diana Tokaji Here in the mud
of my history
beneath the rage