RA Washington has three poems at ~ isacoustic* ~
i.
self-care
as told
by grief
is a failure
of the imagination
ii.
in Ohio, a child
looking for a nail
opens
a drawer, finds
iii.
jesus
entered a baby
no less
than twice
i.
belongs, perhaps
this kite
to a murdered
boy
ii.
of all the clothes on the line, they took the doll’s
iii.
mom, in cursive, writes:
we poked it
with a stick
the hand
in the river
and troubles
began
i.
grave
is to ghost story
what spoon
is to fork
ii.
(things we remember about god)
iii.
his burnt tongue. his owl soup.
body is the face our pain uses to convey illness…
mother
sees god
in housepets
Sophia Naz
There is no poem which can undo this. – {from} Descanso for America
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Heather Knox
A man sleeps on the steps of the church
and I hear someone I love
draw a bath. – {from} To The Woman Whose Suitcases I Bought On Etsy
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Marisol Baca
Oh fish. Oh head of the scorpion.
He hands the gift to me; I eat it. – {from} Eating Heart
with his mother’s purse under his arm
the gatherer
of knocked-out
teeth
tracks
to the entrance
of a waterpark
the so-called
last
deer to imagine
a rock
empty
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