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At the Peckhamplex

Will Harris

‘the snow reflecting off / your torch was the / colour of your thoughts’

Secretions

Colin Herd

‘No I’m not tired I said. / No I’m not thirsty I said. / I’m sassy.’

Fanciphobia

Colin Herd

‘I wear my fear around me / I fan it out on my pillow’

From This End of Sadness

Peter Gizzi

‘I did not understand / the code that held / me to the world.’

Two Poems

Jenny George

‘This had happened once before, / when my life first split / into comfort and pain.’

Two Poems

Miriam Bird Greenberg

‘Why wasn’t I better made / to refute assimilation’s maze’

Holy Man

Will Harris

‘I must / have been the only one to catch his eye, to hold it.’

Golgotha

Benoit Jutras

‘Our nation is a spell of nerves and gas. We say yes to monsters, to elegies etched in our palms.’ Translated by Daniel Canty.

Song for Goliath

Kim Fu

‘I see them as a needlepoint sampler, / flowing script that reads: everyone suffers.’

Three Poems

Kim Kyung Ju

‘Underneath the leaves that stack my upper lip / the reindeer do not share their love.’ Translated from the Korean by Jake Levine.

Heavily Redacted

Luiza Flynn-Goodlett

‘Syllables are excised by / X-Acto, fed into a shredder / for good measure.’

Two Calamities

Renee Gladman

‘Things were starting to line up: history was speaking, which hardly ever happened to me.’

I’ll Come Later Tomorrow

J.V. Foix

‘all in black, her arms raised in the air, their shadow sketching some malign bird I couldn’t recognize’