By Grace Lynn When you lie sleepingin a bed secured to the wallby the cableof a nurse’s call button,I count my worried fingernails.They exceed the weeks we have leftto waste in this room,so I distract them withdeleting the postsfrom schoolmates who want youto be a porcelain doll witha broken wrist andget well soon.Early evening moonlightshimmers across disposable bagsthat trickle you tears of diazepam,and the light surfaces numbas it glides up the wall.Near the end of her rotationwe order …

By Joshua Schneyer  April is the cruellest month...  - T.S. Eliot At least, that’s what they keep telling ussince T.S. Eliot laid it down more than a hundred years ago. I confess, I like spring, its warmth, its long days, its zephyrs, its green leaves first appearing  on winter’s bones, the small shoots shouldering their way through soil rich with decay. I like to walk in it, to feel its …

By Danez Smith For Claire so much someday due to usthe right tomorrow always on delayso much soon gone rotten in the barrel, and don’t get mestarted on the never now future. i say we kill Time, since killing Goddid nada. i say we cut Time openand find what’s owed to us inside.it might make a mess: the dinosaursmight learn Greek, the slaves could escape on spaceships,Carnival cruise ships on rescue missionsfleeing Auschwitz riding wavesof earth, maybe a holewould open under every king, …

By Danez Smith Brown Dad taught me to cut bait, to fillet away from the tailand run the knife across the bones like a stick on a picket fence,to sliver enough meat to hide the hook, to keep the skin intact because, in the dark, it can catch facets of light and lure. Brown Dad taught me to use up the small or inedible for bait, to mimic naturewhile paralleling capitalism’s tendency to add value by …

By Delia Tramontina by now emotions are often covered by stillness and thoughtsthe urges forpursuing or exploringquiet now and life is pleasantas I slip away with so much goodnessand what got left out an experienceseeing me whole I ama body to feelmy skin mysafety contains mywant and wisdomto locate whoI am entirely and variedI am remembering myselfas I still want things Delia Tramontina is originally from Flushing, NY. She received her MFA in Writing and Poetics from Naropa …

After Bhanu Kapil and Chen ChenBy Purbasha Roy Is time the thing you came searching for Did the void sounds awaken your nostalgia Can you recall your voice from the sheared part of you Can you segregate your first shape melted inside your current Do you still recognize my windowfull breaths intersecting yours How many world images got sponged in the sojourn Which language can exactly mirror your silence Which tattoo can you make from your mother’s suffering How have …