A. N. DeJesús
SPELL FOR ELSEWHERE
An angry bleat urges me to fasten the seatbelt, metronomic clickof the blinker punctuating its screech-song. The windows...
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Michael Mark
I am a panting dog of a parent, running / to retrieve so many arms, legs, lips, / breasts, million nipples.
Richard Prins
Hiroshima's children send them back. / Your ancestor had beautiful thoughts in his brain: / Five generals, gathered in the gallery, blowing / America. I forgive you.
Christopher Citro
The elevator returned to the first floor. / Some strangers got on. They smiled at me, / so I smiled at them. They got off on the second floor. / I stayed on. The elevator went up to the third floor. / A man got on with a suitcase. He didn't smile at me...