My Body

Ruth Towne

"The bones of my ribcage articulate to one / another under my skin, hidden roots / that have yet to produce. I wait for symbol, / for my bones to reduce."

Kyle Singh

"Did the lilies tell me how to stay afloat? / They swim against the current of my body / And fill my lungs with water / Where was I to go?"

John Brantingham

"The brightly colored signs / that tell you the city has condemned / abandoned houses or old buildings / are coming up this spring like crocuses."