stone butch sonnet by Aishvarya Arora
“the story in me is spineless;
it won’t startle for the busy street beyond the bakery glass.
on one side, nodding florets of white-headed hydrangeas
on limber stems. on the other, a brick wall with orange graffiti
that says clit.”
On the Way to Sappho, Washington by Dujie Tahat
“I’m smacking my rouge
lips in the city my
body of work is
more than where
my body ends
which I both
like and don’t like
it means you can
catch me but you don’t
we’re out of cell range
so we don’t know
yet that the presi
dent is tweeting
to provoke war he has
an election to win”