Santiago Ureña
eating food that never tastes as good
on this side of the border,
with citrus you bought on The Drive.
Michaella Batten
we’re in between you once said. in between
what? i asked. friends
and more than friends. like
and love.
Michaella Batten
buzzing in my chest dripping
into my stomach and growing
its own set of wings
Emory Oakley
I may walk down the aisle with a bouquet of glitter,
hand in hand with my partner because
there will be no giving away
there is no bride
Dyan Marie
spread it wide open, gut glistened hands
read the entrails propitiously even as
the shadow swims away.
Jude Goodwin
Beds in every room
fold over their coverlets,
even the low beds,
the pallets and mats
unroll on the dirt,
Jude Goodwin
she speaks at her dog,
the chihuahua translator.
I hear nothing but dead air.
I suspect I'm bell deaf.