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SELF PORTRAIT AS TEENAGED BOY BEATING SWAN
by Colleen AbelSometimes you have enough– the cob, the pen twining their necks to hearts, all that fidelity. The dank pond by the council flats, like it’s bloody Windermere. You only wanted to wreck that love-shape they were making.
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TWO POEMS by Danez Smith
SLOW TWERK or how to tame a brushfire or how you get on his last nerve & juke on it or how he breathes while he dreams of a mouth full or how the war was won when you got him limp
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THE CITY IS A BODY BROKEN by Natalie Scenters-Zapico
Most days, the light falls so thick I don’t know what it is to be without it. At night we lie in bed away from each other, the moon so bright it is a scrim for the sun. When clouds come, monsoons flood freeways, trap old tires against barbed wire.
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