He’d planted his daughters there, but they’d borne no fruit. He called it a farm though that was the exact thing is wasn’t.
By David Connerly NahmA woman plants / my name in her bone / but will not tell me / when rain is coming
By Hafizah Geter"The cap’s all smudged with dusty fingerprints; it’s a dirty looking thing. It’s just like they said it would be in DARE."
By Annie Geblerthe last flower i saw in south suicide / queens was on a little girl’s tee, a trio / of violets banged up with giddiness—
By Amber Atiya"Compared to the esoteric medical treatments you endured for the past six days, this final procedure is sensibly named: The Last Breath."
By Essay Liu"Drill sergeant never told us how much louder guns are when they’re shooting at you."
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