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Sarah Denise Johnson’s poem is a defiant reclamation of the plural pronoun and celebration of the spectrum of genders that have always been part of humanity.
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The author of A Quick And Easy Guide To They/Them Pronouns showcases their another facet of their talents in these four poems. With fierce force, Archie Bongiovanni reclaims the body and forms a liminal space for creation.
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how do you smell like home?
does your pulse quicken?
real women are polished opals.
i am buried coal.
You are a thief of my flesh; you split me like plum leaves
too early in the spring. Disrobed of what protects me;
one silver necklace undone, cotton to the floor.
Before you I am bare.
Many nights I lie awake,
Remembering the violence
That ferried me into womanhood
does
exile
begin at birth?
When I met your bare skin with mine, innocently enough
- hands in passing, an arm brushing by -
the roar of my heart didn’t reach your ears.
I didn’t hear the beat of your footsteps hesitate outside my door,
the silence a question to which I did not answer
yes.
at 3 am love exists within self-inflicted fingerprints
all over your lonely mounds of subsaharan sugar cane
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