"Sometimes the sun sets
& things that shouldn’t be
golden are golden. There’s a field.
There’s a lake & a tree & a bird.
Sometimes I am goldenrod crowding a field.
Leaves fall from my branches
but I try to hold on."
- Nate Pritts
"I did not come here to sing a blues.
Lately, I open my mouth
& out comes marigolds, yellow plums.
I came to make the sky a garden"
- Danez Smith, “Tonight, in Oakland,”
"you reduce my name to a signal fire
i want to say love and mean a dozen
foxes tearing up sheets of snow
i want to say love and mean everything
that is wrong with us but doesn’t stop
me from touching you the same way
i flick light-switches with wet fingertips"
- Scherezade Siobhan