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Tag: poet
No One Wants to Write Poems About the Proletariat Anymore
I want someone to see me./
I want someone to know/
it ain’t easy.
No Dog Could Hunt You Like I Could
Kiss by kiss/I build you
Poetry by Aubri McCarter
My mother wanted things.
Poetry by Sébastien Bachand
The wind pulls a crystal from my eye
Poetry by Aly Tadros
I guzzled down my twenties
Poetry by Mica Le John
black hands/pure gold/interstellar bodies
Poetry by Basil Soper
would expose intoxicants under mama’s pulsing scales
Poetry by Isoken Osagie
I am not bereft, just panting