‘You want to get married? / We could die here // for lack of light’
‘a cardigan / soft as a creature, smelling of birth and milk’ – New poetry from Liz Berry.
‘the boy claps me between / his hands & i break apart like glitter’
‘I’m too tired she said / to be this happy / & we laughed without / moving our hands’
‘a style says conviction in indifference / conviction in style’
‘I haven’t learned very much in my life, I’ve just become a more / Choreographed disaster’
‘May it not be / that they owe their fleshiness / to the cumulative effect?’
‘When we’re close to weaning / ourselves history gives us its reasons / to return’
‘Underneath the leaves that stack my upper lip / the reindeer do not share their love.’ Translated from the Korean by Jake Levine.
‘If I had no money for every time / I saw a stock photo of an empty / pocket being pulled inside-out, I’d / have no money.’
‘They are superbly and viscerally unreal / and I feel their living drive’
‘Our errors evolved into nature.’ Translated from the Burmese by ko ko thett.
‘Even astronauts describe / our air as thick enough to slice / and spread on toast for breakfast.’
‘His sheets smell of formalin. / She feels as if her insides // are outside her, in a freezer.’
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