W-I-L-L-I-N-G-L-Y / that hand that led you over / to the bed already crumpled
“Stop that, loser,” she says, “I dunno why you’re so nervous—all these rituals are just smoke and mirrors.”
The Moment is a year-long series of poems featuring new work from some of our most exciting First Nations and/or other poets of colour, responding to the current cultural moment we find ourselves in today.
and denial is the pea / beneath mattresses / stacked ceiling-high
and she turns and looks at me, an irritated sigh, you know asian people hate black people right? as if sorry to break it to you kiddo.
Incels and MRAs are increasingly losing their grip on reality.
The language does not even offer an equivalent of the word rape.
Everyone around me thinks I have a healthy relationship with my illness (irony intended) because I’m so open about it.
The Moment is a year-long series of poems featuring new work from some of our most exciting First Nations and/or other poets of colour, responding to the current cultural moment we find ourselves in today.
“My dear one,” says The Goddess. “You must now make a choice.”