ode to powder / jinx by Marlin M. Jenkins
"i’ve lost and wanted
i couldn’t invent myself out of loneliness
i was stuck wondering what’s another bullet
whose arms in another chest
would welcome me haunted"
Dining Rules by Nnadi Samuel
"I am what shouldn’t be listened to twice in rough succession.
in a dialect, a tribe name their babies by throwing a salver down the stairs
& filtering the sound to suit a modern calling.
I am chaos in that manner, casualty to be owned by a body. "