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“Open Call for Acrobats” by Aryanna Falkner

I can leave my bones at the door
like wet boots. Pinwheel my body
backwards, flip inside out:
I won’t feel pain here.

On good days, I perform magic tricks.
Instead of dove feathers and ribbon
I coax illusions from my fingertips,
casting myself as a smokescreen.

I levitate my bones, stack heart
over center, and my ankle braces
disappear, gone like twisting
a loose tooth.… Read more ““Open Call for Acrobats” by Aryanna Falkner”

“Love is a Lesion on Your Brain” by Courtney LeBlanc

When the headaches started again
you offered Ibuprofen and understanding
and drawn shades. When a train wreck
woke me in the middle of the night, you broke
out the Valium and Percocet and told me not to
cry because that makes it worse, then held me
till I fell into an ocean of quiet.… Read more ““Love is a Lesion on Your Brain” by Courtney LeBlanc”

Poetry by Hollis Teves

Many of Me

How many of me
or those like me
are hovering birdlike,
hummingbirdlike,
shimmering above
their bodies, looking
down and knowing
this is not something
to drink from. This
is not a pink dahlia.
This not the body
we can survive off,
but it is all we have.

 

Non-Binary         

Ah, that dear terrible
feeling of putting on
a dress.… Read more “Poetry by Hollis Teves”

Poetry by Juliette Sebock

Wintergreen

I could never drink root beer,
Which was a shame when we went to the soda shop
And everyone crossed the intersection
For a dollop of ice cream in their nearly-too-cold cup.
It tasted like it smelt,
And it smelt like walking on Pop-Pop’s back
And brushing against his psoriasis
And not asking about the scar that ran up his spine.… Read more “Poetry by Juliette Sebock”

Poetry by Kate Garrett

Spectrum

Looking up at the sky when I was five, it seemed
to me no one else could see it. This one wasn’t falling
but it was too big and too bright blue-yellow-
white and there were too many people beneath it.

My mother dragged me out the door, chasing margaritas,
ignored my trembling goldfinch shoulders, did not
understand why I was sick on the floor of the Mexican
restaurant across the street from our apartment.… Read more “Poetry by Kate Garrett”

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