Joshua Burton
I hold him heavy against my breast /
As he drains me. //
The essence of male and female. /
This, almost unspeakable, ails me.
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Julia Butschkow
Tomorrow morning he’s leaving. There’s no way back. I’ve tried to talk him out of it. But he’s determined to go. Again. And he knows I can’t understand why he does it.
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Dorianne Laux
My brother doesn’t remember all of it /
and I don’t either. Between us //
most of that day is lost.
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Joshua Boettiger
a man is swallowing his penis and turning into a flower. I thought I could sit down /
and burn a hole through my suffering by sheer focus. I got distracted.
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Devika Brandt
That year? I smell it mostly in the smoke of one long joint /
after another in parked cars next to emptied pools /
on summer days, days that burned into night, believing /
one turn of the key and I could drive away.
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