Sara Borjas – I Am Trying Not to Use the Word “Heart” So Much

Sara Borjas

I Am Trying Not to Use the Word “Heart” So Much

Between my encampment of 
               bones & all time & territory, 

an instrument swings but my 
               editor said to stop using it 

so much she said I’m not saying 
               what I mean, so I write 

this word instead it’s almost 
               like a pair of wet hands 

tugging a bell of sunset in 
               & out of this world 

a hot light under the door 
                that leads to the beautiful 

women I don’t want to be anymore 
                I hug them anyways

Juan Luis Guzmán – DETENTION

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Juan Luis Guzmán

DETENTION

                    dematerializes desire  desensitizes delirium   delivers destruction
                                 detention demands       depression                       deceptive demonstrations
                                 desperation                     devilish delight               despite demented defenses
                                 deconsecrating              democracy                       despair deepens
                    deadens

                    decide dear devotees
                                 decolonize degrees        demilitarize departments         destroy deathtraps
                                 defund destruction        deny despots                               devour deplorables
                    deconstruct                   demonstrate                     demands determine delights

Sara Borjas – White Birches

Sara Borjas

White Birches
              Monson, Maine

These must be 
what the old white 
poets were 
raving about
—how they 
make so 
much room 
for themselves. 
If you can’t 
tell if I am 
angry, exactly, 
I am. 
I can 
and cannot 
write about 
trees right now. 
I can 
and cannot 
write about 
white terror, 
or make a choice. 
That’s what 
you all do 
not understand. 
These white 
birches 
have some 
audacity, existing. 
If I just 
stood there, 
accepting, 
I could be 
like them. 
But I could 
never again 
call myself 
human.