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To stay up at night, to watch horror movies, to brew cups of tea

Patricia Lockwood

Gold Tooth Song for Sally

I found agates again in my dream.

Kwame Dawes

The Picnic

Last Night comes upon an opening where, through cavities in the tree line, the black lake gleams still

Barbara Köhler

Two Poems

She is many. They are one. He says: I am who I am.

“In terms of what I want when I ‘ask’ for shade to be thought of as a place . . . I’m not asking, maybe? Something more insistent is happening here, something more fraught, too. It’s an invitation into what comes above the line of awareness as my attention (or anyone’s) widens enough to see the way shade is always already propertied, racialized, and the site of false refuge as much as true. Rather than asking anything, I am saying what I see and letting it break my heart. And opening myself up to whatever happens from there, in my experience or someone else’s.”—MaKshya Tolbert

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