Oil: A Love Poem
By Chris AugustAmerica, don’t we love like oil?
Don’t our slippery arms
Pave the pores of those who need us?
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Final Exam Administration
By Remica L. BinghamI enter to find all the students in uniform
occupying a small room.
Eye
By Lee SharkeyWhat do you do with an eye in the cup of your hand?
What do you see that you didn't?
What do you make of a sphere of jelly with fins of torn muscle?
Solstice in Lhasa
By Wang PingWhat more can you say
Nomad daughter of glaciers?
City has bleached the sun from your face
Anonymous Song
By Fady JoudahWhen the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks