Cam Awkward-Rich

Dear woman, listening with your mouth pursed into a false ear, which cannot—   despite the clarity with which my sisters, who are poets & so precise   as an incision, describe how they are called out of their blood into the same work—   get over how both ...

So used to drought, the city looked astonished at the sky & I have to believe that’s why   she didn’t see me in the crosswalk. I was on my way to celebrate another year   among my friends, then drowned by laughter in an ambulance as it raced ...