2 Poems | Dorianne Laux

Hypogeum

Even after everything we know Mother
I would meet you forehead to forehead
like horses in a field,
unclothed, untouched,
I would come to you again,
splitting the dark, your voice,
your dishes, money from your purse,
all stolen.

Super Woman | J. L. Harlow

the evening’s indigo sky seeps through.
it empties me, pulling out my blood.
shadows caress a frame of a monster.
the trees’ arms needle through,

Things I Had Forgotten to Tell You, Lover | Lauren Griffith

I had meant to tell you that I no longer feel like drowning.

I no longer stare at white-capped waves with longing and I no longer stare at the sky like it is something that I will miss, because the…

The Best Fruit Salad In the World | Lacy LaLonde

I had one thing to do: make a fruit salad.

An entire year had gone by before I was asked to “help out” again, as my mother likes to call it. Another way to call it is nonnegotiable-unrequited-subservience. Do what your…