Body of Render. Felicia Zamora

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       Fallacy Catch-22

       In crawl out of cessation

       In time, brave, brave

       Restroom hug

       What the world offers

       Sores & Dressings: A Post Election Moment of Comfort

       The snowman

       Love bold

       In the month of not-so-thankful thoughts

       Character beyond definition

       On words: a Thanksgiving thought

       In the make

       Star in burn

       Heliocentric

       America, ain’t I a woman

       Winterize, oh America

       Voice witness, yes, voice

       RAW DELIBERATION OF CIRCUMSTANCES

       This wild in which we

       The retreat

       In search of feminism

       Speak, despite

       Once you lie a lot, it’s like second nature

       Of mouth this heavenly body

       If starlight be

       NO APOLOGIES TO AMERICA ANYMORE

       In our nation’s capital

       Poem to America

       In preparation for fiery climates: a poem to America

       Poem to America

       Loose clench

       Mathematics of healing: a poem to America

       Poem to America

       What of you, child in learn

       In our nation’s capital

       Poem to America

       In our nation’s capital or America is a poem

       Poem to America

       Unapologetic

       Poem to America

       What haunts you now

       Poem to America

       INFINITE DESIGN OF A MOUTH, OPEN

       A method for survival

       Ghost of innocence

       & in unmake, reveal

       & of heart & home America

       Poem for you, America

       & in mend, we

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BODY OF RENDER

      Why are we here if not for each other?

      —Claudia Rankine, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely

      We, too, can divide ourselves, it’s true. But only into flesh and a broken whisper.

      —Wisława Szymbroska, view with a grain of sand

      Say it again—we are spared nothing.

      —Yusef Komunyakaa, I Apologize for the Eyes in My Head

AT THE HAND OF OTHER

      At the hand of other

      & of desire; how we thirst below flesh, below cortex, below pelvis; the minute СКАЧАТЬ