“Tell Me What You Know About The Body, And I Will Tell You How It Must Turn Against Itself.”

Dum pudeo pereo (as I blush, I die) says an old love song. Blood rushes to the face, at the same time the heart seems to wither on itself and snap,

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

Seam: ‘Interviewer’s Note IV’ by Tarfia Faizullah

I was so pleased to be seen

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

Death wanted to be this beautiful but we buried it

Garous Abdolmalekian, Sea tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

what I have done is risked everything for that hour, that hour in the black night, where one flashing light looks like love,

Ada Limón, Glow

FOR RENT: / an empty sky

- Agata Tuszyńska, Classified Ads tr. Regina Grol

Winter is king, raindrops sing, gardens drip with loss.

Nancy Milford, Savage Beauty

he does not understand the reason for the moon

Garous Abdolmalekian, Long Poem of Loneliness tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

but you, in this wilderness alone You've got to live to take the next bite

Dagna Ślepowrońska, tr. Regina Grol

green leaves / torn straight from the cross

- Agata Tuszyńska, Faith tr. Regina Grol