Terrance Hayes – American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin
The black poet would love to say his century began
With Hughes or, God forbid, Wheatley, but actually
It began with all the poetry weirdos & worriers, warriors,
Poetry whiners & winos falling from ship bows, sunset
Vona Groarke – This Poem
This is the poem that won’t open
no matter where you press.
This is the poem that cries on street corners
and plays at being lost.