| "Sertraline: A Prescription Zuihitsu" by Cynthia Manick:
"But to tell the truth─ I’ve always been a bass unsettled, / or a reed note where the key has to paw through / myrrh, gravel, and a Brown Girl smile." "Arabesque Spilt Down the Middle by Lightning" by Iliana Rocha:
"Lions, not clouds, overhead— / indicators of bad weather, similar / manes of pink blood we wore / around our waists, in spite of tulle."
"Best to Leave No Evidence Behind" by Timothy Liu:
"I’m starting to understand / why Hindus gather on ghats // to set their corpses on fire—" "Icarus Turns Fifty" by Kazim Ali:
"Crudité and crackers. That’s how my own myth starts. / I’m slicing cucumbers when the phone rings with that ominous tone / of a call you are not expecting."
"To Boil Water" by Joseph O. Legaspi:
"The kettle settles down on the stovetop. / Knob turns right, the igniter flickers, clicks / and ticks like flints striking during the Stone
Age..." "What is Your Struggle?" by Brynn Saito:
"Your acupuncture doctor calls you a warrior. You hear worrier. Then you hear warrior. What does it / mean to believe in one’s body?"
"Cow" by Tracy Fuad:
"All the cows in Cow are cows, which is to say, they’re female." | 