P O E T R Y

Love Poem With Some Elementary Biochemistry

“Never // mind our names, then. These names // swallow themselves.”

xime silva

“at you // i worked, at you i pried. i think // i opened you too early. ”

“The age-bleached // faces of children. Tea-colored boxes labelled: // unidentified. ”

“She picks a few ribs out of the mangled mass of meat. // I could create an Eve out of these.”

“throat thick // like it was on sunday, when the costco-bought body of jesus did nothing to fill me up.”

emily allison

“before my heart and // the fire the acupuncturist told me was there, consumes me // before the cherry frappe microplastics are in my bloodstream”

rowen erickson