“The girl addressed as “you” in countless poems/ escapes. She’s sick of being told/ what she knows perfectly well…” Weekend poem, by Frederick Pollack.
“Lisa’s ghost twin sister owns her environment. Now, grass covers half of her face…Sewer pipe femur bones. Electric wiring inside her throat.” Hallowe’en poetry contest runner-up, by Jennifer MacBain-Stephens.
“I ask her if she knows how to love/ a woman with scars?” By Deonte Osayande.