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Let Me Show You
oh, how my little joys have saved me
after Ross Gay after Gwendolyn Brooks
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On Some Saturday, After All of This
there is little room for sourness, / little room for anything other than a vibrating joy
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the faggotry
the ones you call those frickin’ Ayrabs, the ones / who hold hands with / kiss cheeks with those they call / habibi & isn’t every habibi is a mis/-translation of? habibi
Even When Looking Up, He Thinks He Is Above the Stars
The world was a changed thing / a variant of its former self, and you were / A new ripple in the miles-deep pool of time, / that one breath strumming the tender / Chords of the system.
“Path of Totality”: A Poetry Reading by Niina Pollari
Niina Pollari reads the title poem from her new collection published by Soft Skull Press