...Uma Dwivedi Uma Dwivedi SUMMER DEPRESSION TAKES ANOTHER THROAT INTO HER MOUTH minnesota review 96 (2021) DOI 10.1215/00265667-8851184 © 2021 Uma Dwivedi 20 buildings like teeth, slippery loves worrying my skin to rupture. mirror skies. every corner returning & melted on pavement, turning a foot...

... feel like I have to go again.” “Open wide.” He has me sit on the white crinkle paper after all, but with my pants on, depresses my tongue, feels my throat, looks in my ears, my eyes, up my nose, takes my pulse, my blood pressure, listens to my lungs, my heart, my cough, then has me...

...M. L. Krishnan M. L. Krishnan Six Steps Toward Consecration 1. Once Full It began when she was seen that afternoon. But perhaps it began even earlier, when she survived her own infanticide, when the milky latex traveled down the conch of her baby throat and she swallowed it hun- grily, gurgling...

... with the camera: her head a bobbing black poppy, rubbery stem, the flesh of her arms deliquescing. If her skin were the throat of a rose, what insects would wrestle there? Light stuffs a flower of pain in her mouth. The man burns her nakedness into rag paper, light repeating like a pollen flown over...

... in the back of my throat where I broke every lock on a door kicking it down. Body, from the very first moment have we been each other s prisoners? Two strangers handcuffed together and shoved off a cliff into living. Truly, I want to believe we belong. That the solid gold oxen of my arms bear my name...

..., drool. Federico wished he could clear his throat over the oohing of the audience, but he stared helplessly along with the rest of them. He should have been able to resist it—how often had he shared that playing green gaze, snagged his fingers...

... the water.” He smiled, and his entire face shifted to the left, exposing withdrawn gums and long, bony teeth. It dropped the temperature in my blood —​blood that had been raging only min- utes ago, burning with wine. For good measure, he cleared his throat, turned on his heels, and spat...

... something to the effect. Before Dubai built all those islands. Before Dubai . . . And then her voice drifted into the pure music of syllables, an industrial hum pushing its blue throat into me, the rubbing sound a motor lodged warm behind my eyes. A deer ate oats from my hand. I was surrounded with little...

...Peter LaBerge Peter LaBerge Homosexuality Dear second tongue.    Dear ice-slicked snake caught in the throat. Dear most slender ghost in the whole mouth. Dear tongue of glass    underneath a pane of untouched snow, tongue of always...

... bulb sits in the back of my throat. I speak in ideas about how to bury the dead. I speak in moons and earth. There is no antidote for the amount of silence I’ve swallowed. I’m as big as the world. I carry every sentence into the distance. minnesota review 81 (2013) DOI 10.1215/00265667...

...Maggie Rue Hess Copyright © 2020 Maggie Rue Hess 2020 Maggie Rue Hess Heavy My Blood I remember learning about fish in competitions being unzipped at the stomach if they came in just a little too heavy, learned that fishermen would pour mercury pellets down their throats to win for weight. So...

...John Paul Martinez Copyright © 2020 John Paul Martinez 2020 John Paul Martinez Confession While Seeding Peonies After Tiana Clark s Equilibrium the only prayer committed to memory has cut mute rehearsed last with a greasy throat in a voice drawling as northern glaciers my windowed owers...

... is never simple. Something something suicide. And then you die (vie) die (vie) die (vie)                        and my throat becomes unsuccessful. You become part of a tree or something to climb —​                   an in-between of meaning.                            Terminal whole...

... skinned with the back of a knife □ the egg dropped on the floor lapped up by the family dog □ the statue of a winged child beaten into a new shape by rain □ the inflammation in the throat that follows swallowing □ honey and cocaine □ to take a man how you bard a fowl □ to take a man and make his blood...

...J. D. Debris mgmt@jddebris.com © 2022 J. D. Debris 2022 J. D. Debris [new york, 2020] from Chalino Sánchez: A Sequence * Chalino Sánchez Félix, you should be living this hour when our borderline s barbed wire crawls vining across a throat, when its shadows fall in spirals, & tighten...

..., a god appeased by the ritual sacrifice of men, snared by a cage and lowered into his throat. A god who built towns by standing still. Who will destroy us if we believe. minnesota review 82 (2014) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2409820  © 2014 Corey Miller 4 ...

...Sean Cho A. Sean Cho A. Future Poem: nine months sober You ve been still in all the right ways: you came back empty-handed, fresh-minded on all your spring- time walks to nowhere. Just like you were supposed to. Last December your throat was filled with want. Your task: throw out everything you...

... tail like a line of licorice. He likes it. He wants you to eat    his soft body, lick his sticky    from your face. You, too, want to feel him become you, feel his fur brush your throat, crush his teeth with yours. You’ve always wanted...

... them to made-up names at made-up addresses, because made-up is love, as if it were particular. To each imagined recipient of each neat-margined note he projects past the window he props open even in winter: What its gold eye sees, I see. I sing the song in its glass throat.       • When I...

..., not apt for disaster but trapped under rib of heart, peeled from throats of birds Prairie open at the stoplight, bank line, black jack, Phat Cat video rental, corner location the neighborhood kids call Murder...