“The grief remains but is changed by / what it is covered with. A picture of / oblivion is not the same as oblivion.” — Victoria Chang| Read A Little Poetry
“Never mind / that the bruise from such a severance / might not heal.” — Luisa A. Igloria| Read A Little Poetry
“when you put your hand / on my thigh it was like i knew for the first time / why god gave us thighs. why god gave us hands.” — José Olivarez| Read A Little Poetry