To Live in the Zombie Apocalypse – Burlee Vang
The moon will shine for God
knows how long.
As if it still matters. As if someone
Mary Jo Salter
Why did I come tonight?
Too late: I’ve handed my keys
to some boy valet, polite
to the point of insolence.
He’s so young, I’m so old—
really, why take offense
Ursa Major – Lisa Allen Ortiz
The bears again,
the coats of them, sheened claws–
Remember how we took those separate flights
imagining the worst: our plane gone down,
our children young, alone? I’d leave an hour
before you, wait to meet you at your gate,