“Poetry lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears,” wrote Audre Lorde, and the poems below all speak to this vital enterprise. A young woman watches porn to please her lover, then finds the voice to say no more. A poet, writing in hindsight, advises his younger self to wait for his calling instead of engaging in teenage recklessness. A patient at an acupuncture clinic allows herself to name her true malady. In this time of turmoil and uncertainty, these Top Five Poems of the Week guide us toward healing, courage, and transformation, the gifts of all great poetry.
They look so still. They ask for nothing but an interval.
For a year I was light shaking on the surface of the water.
Your friends are sniffing glue in the back of an Impala.
When you ask to watch hentai together, I can’t stop myself.
So many to choose from: the thyroid, the gut, the face.