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ReadPlease Don’t Make Me Repeat Myself
“You have such a beautiful voice,” the director said guardedly. -
ReadRepentance
One Friday each fall, Missionary Baptist girls from all over the state of Mississippi were excused from school to journey in their church vans to the cabins of Camp Garaywa for the annual Girls Missionary Auxiliary overnight retreat -
Read“hit and run” and other poems
Trees living in their skin-smell, Appalachia has no need of my white poet / blouse and ripped jeans. The world as I knew it, gone, white as cotton balls -
ReadJagged Space
My sense of what it means to be an American woman, a queer Aries snowflake, shifts every time I leave and return to my own country. -
ReadGenuine Ringers
Julia was a single mom, so she did what she had to do. -
ReadThe Door That Closes Itself
how is it / that you force-fuck / and call us whores / you tell us we only care / about your size, your wallet / when we’ve bought you flowers / yet there’s only dirt in your palms -
ReadA Child Testifies, Rage
I find the court bundles, / find the judge who / smeared my face with war paint, / fingered my veins for Pakistani valves like / my blood could be distributing homemade bombs. -
ReadEvery Three Minutes
I am my father’s pusher. Just this once, tonight. Mash the button. -
Read“A High School Senior /” and other poems
a sophomore from art class. could he paint. i kept / his scraps of craft paper / and stray eyelashes in a jewelry box my grandma bought / in italy. -
ReadThe Invitation
Mr. Dai called to inform his wife that he would be leaving directly from work to pick their daughter up from the airport this evening, so Mrs. Dai would have to buy the fish herself. -
ReadChocolate Man
I am chocolate man looking at blue man flashing his lights as he stops milk chocolate woman and light cafecito man.