Grace

BY SARAH GAMBITO
You won’t
Source: Poetry (July/August 2019)
kill me
•
because I
will not
oblige you
by dying.

I hold all
my hands
under
the cherry
trees.

Clusters of
shyest
pinks
joining
hands.

Laced
like this,

diadem
like this,

we live the
past/
present/
future/
all at once
Hello flowers and cigarettes
BY SNEHAL VADHER
Hello flowers and cigarettes
every afternoon spoke to a bird
a small set of hands
they gone out in the pond and slept
who seem to be doing something nicely
which made them drowsy
only to grace and share the beautiful moments
across Latin streets
Hello flowers and cigarettes
cordially invited
into an employment contract
and at last there were too many