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Saturday Night
Lavinia Greenlaw
‘Do they dance for those creatures / whose unmade selves / come unbuttoning out of the dark?’
The Old Fuel
Emily Berry
‘And I'm / cranking out oodles of love the way an old spaghetti machine / cranks out spaghetti.’
I’m more the drunken slut kind of feminist, or A Treatise on Political Philosophy at the Apex of American Empire
Megan Levad
‘Out of the Zeitgeist / and onto the party barge.’
Accidental
Sadaf Halai
‘Of the 36 views of Fuji, this one is the strangest: / the great wave off Kanagawa, frozen and tempestuous, / both sound and silence.’
Fortunate It Is If Her Skirts Do Not Catch Fire
Amy Gerstler
‘I must remember god is not my private / secretary.’
Black Against the Sky, the Giant Mothers
Selima Hill
‘Black against the sky the giant mothers / are whispering together in the moonlight’
In the village of the mothers
Vénus Khoury-Ghata
‘The wells are kept for the use of the dead who splash the / walls with their silence.’
