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“so we blessed each other in a language we invented, more silent than thought, each word backlit as in a dream”
— D. Nurske, from section I of “A Couple in Garden City,” The Fall: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2002)
One day, we won’t have parameters
for our screams.
— Michelle Lin, from “[Because country and cinema lifted],” published in IDK Magazine
Date the being that is made of stars and the remnants of sunlight after dusk. It speaks using the sounds that are found in the deepest corners of space and It’s hair is made from moonlight.
I want to tell you that if we ever find ourselves blindfolded in a war, or in an apple metaphor, accused of ruining it for everybody
with hunger, or knowledge,
I would not insist on how sacred is the tree or the light, or how sacred is what moves us—
— Ruth Irupé Sanabria, from “Tatuaje,” Beasts Behave in Foreign Land
“Nameless, I haunt for god and love / in extinct places, curve myself inside desire’s eye and drink.”
— Safiya Sinclair, from “Gospel of the Misunderstood,” published in The New Yorker
“To be seen. Is what I wanted. To trawl the sleep of his body. / To make a burning room of this mouth.”
— Safiya Sinclair, from “Gospel of the Misunderstood,” published in The New Yorker
Even as I kill myself I am still surviving you.
— Hazem Fahmy, from “Surviving//Skin,” published in Aquifer
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What my mouth means when it opens is that I want to eat you alive; to say “touch me” without all the hesitance.
— Dani Janae, from “Fig,” published in Palette Poetry
“this body is just a bad dream”
— Jess R. Sutton, from my only regret is having a body
Gustave Doré, Witches of Macbeth, 1877. drawing, gouache on paper.
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Devi, 1960, Satyajit Ray
“are you a top or a bottom?” i’m a threat