1 switchblade Sam is nineteen years old, constructed like a switchblade that has only ever been used to scrape away the life that gets stuck underneath city fingernails and has never really shined

1 potable I was a tourist disguised as a student, my whiteness a lucky charm everyone wanted to rub.

5 concave poetry is my prayer book, I don't need any other god than your tongue.

4 legend even lightning has a ribcage

6 Rainfall Hands you cannot know what it feels like to have nothing between yourself and beautiful until you've played the piano naked with everything except your fingers. Slam poem

7 We had our eyes closed and our fingers open and my tongue was an eraser that made her forget all my mistakes

4 Wishing in Tunnels I thought I would die before we emerged into the sunlight. "Did you make a wish?" Kat asked, bouncing in her seat. I smiled. "Yeah. It was a really good one." [A story about sisters and AIDS]

8 I awoke with poetry in my mouth my soles soldered trees' tears to the sidewalks

3 Parallax Relentless beat of a frantic paradise, as light bends around them.

8 Lang division it wasn't long before my words were too long for me and I tripped over them.