by Nima Hasan
I gather a bouquet of flowers to cradle this grief, or give it color, at least.
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by Tarik Dobbs
Your legs obliterated & collapsing country
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by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
here they are, young brown queer crippled and in love holding hands in the co-op with an adaptive device like it’s nothing
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