ESL You come with a little Black string tied Around your tongue Knotted to remind Where you came from And why you left Behind photographs Of people whose Names need…
We Who Bite the Hand The asses that sit on grocery store eggs praying they will hatch belong to the hands that sever worms and snap beetle’s backs just so we can…
this is me PATH train ride, boy and girl inked, unmarked legs braided at one knee a bud from the same split phone cord speaking in each other’s ear and…
Every year, for National Poetry Month, the Rumpus presents a poem-a-day for the month of April. Today's poem is "To Sell Sweetie" by Barbara Jane Reyes.