SEP/OCT 2020 in poetry

[latespring]

Part two of this.

Teller of Tales by Gabriela Mistral
Old folks want them to be lies.
Children want them to be true.
All of them want to hear my own story,
which, on my living tongue, is dead.

Trial Run by Yau Ching

Driving at Night by Rio Cortez

on empathy by Bettina Judd

In the Middle of the Burning by Canisia Lubrin

Like an Auto-Tune of Authentic Love by Carmen Giménez Smith

Love Opened a Mortal Wound by Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz

Dysphoria by Oliver Baez Bendorf
Here is how you bear this flourish.

The Red Poppy by Louise Glück
Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.

Time-Lapse Video of Trans Woman Collapsing Inward Like a Dying Star by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza

[My ancestors are empty words] by Kerry Carnahan

[th(e)reat] → siege engine by Trace Howard DePass
i ← suppose: perching for life to begin
is this flatline moving me, failed, forward,
feathered closer to grace each time; going
mother after mother i wake up as
a dove picking lilies from her black i
suppose i love so i know i ain’t know

Excerpt from "Defacing the Monument" by Susan Briante

Like, Comma, Like by Kay Gabriel

The Vampire by Delmira Agustini

mountain language by Öykü Tekten
we are in a dream, you said. undo the pain before you speak
against the gods with mouths full of rain. a tongue cut in half
becomes sharper, you said. date your wound.

Evolution by Margaret Ross