By Danez Smith
now married, i’m in you different, in love
deeper, legally, under god and in front of my mama,
i know …
deeper, legally, under god and in front of my mama,
i know …
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- By Carson Wolfestuck between two Texans
who can’t believe I don’t know
how blockchain works.
I am always around men
who… - By Jim CoryTheir appeal all
feeling what the mouth
alone manages among
tongue teeth & lung Breath moist & slow
measured… - By Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers
hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of… - By Jacques J. RancourtCan I still call you
Emily? Not long after
we last saw each other, I too changed
my name. Dropped … - By Jesse NathanGoing to the Russian bathhouse on Innes
to lie naked on a shelf in the steam
while the hatted man
swanning… - By Paul TranMixed greens. Purple onions. Banana
Peppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.
A stranger… - By Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one… - By Bhion AchimbaWhen Ovid drives the Buick, it is from one sharp end
of Boston to the Cape—as if he must escape the … - By Mickie KennedyA house with a pool missing tiles.
Another house, foundation cracked,
the whole left half off-kilter,
like… - By Oak MorseGot to gala glaze lavender my pansy hoist my symphony
little gal Fauntleroy in ultra dire
cootie yuntra… - By Colby Cedar SmithI loved a preacher’s son.
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden… - By Jessica JiangTiffany,
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore… - By Olive FranklinLoved you since I was little, on the playground break-time
-brawled with you and your mismatched cuffs… - By Richard BlancoAfter my third shot of tequila / chased by a lime
sour as my rant: fuck this-fuck that-fuck them-fuck… - By heidi andrea restrepo rhodesI: My beloved is called an inconceivable beast, a spectacle diagnosed with teratoid genitalia, a chaos…
- By Darrel Alejandro HolnesThis love dares not speak its name
in some states
until your eyes say it
on a beach in Ft. Lauderdale… - By Jake SkeetsClouds in his throat,
six months' worth.
He bodies into me
half cosmos, half coyote.
We become night
on Bread… - By Brandon YoungMy father said to me once your only choices are the factories. Oil stains or
the selfsame bruises. No… - By Brandon YoungOh, don’t worry, we will let our hair down tonight—
but first we must remember on this stage, the queen…