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I love you the way a fire ax loves a burning house I love you the way a sleeping bag loves stars I await you the way a cake pan awaits its batter I love you the way the thread loves the wound
â David Kirby, from âHuh?,â published in Sixth Finch
Chase Berggrun, âTyranny of the Human Face,â published in Sixth Finch
I feel ugly in a room this loud & unwilling / to speak at all.
Emily OâNeill, from âDear Andy,â published in Sixth Finch
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âdid I think myself a girl                 or a god?â
-- Sara Biggs Chaney, from âSt. Barbara Removes Her Head and Releases Lightning that Burns Her Father to Deathâ published in Sixth Finch
Tracy May Fuad, âTheory of Extropyâ
âsteam makes me happy soft as skinâ
steam makes me happy soft as skin on the back of a knee thick when it fills your lungs but not horribly so like smoke or blood just there just warm   I am becoming steamish permeable and light as bone dust in the air donât look at me like that you heard what I wrote   I slapped all the drugs from my high chair but that doesnât make me a saint   check my temperature check my crib Iâm in here grunting like a buffaloâs head on a buffaloâs body  a season can be made of anything raindrops lilies heat    honey takes the shape of its bowl I have so many bowls and Iâm filling them each with sand    sand is so much like me always the very closest or furthest thing from wet By Kaveh Akbar, from Sixth Finch