It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives!
of resolution is to agree— every bearer of life gives a gift to the mouth of a dying We level I move in one traceable direction so sure of nothing Then Mondays grim mornings full of turnstiles clicking and the silence of strangers how that silence is a contract between us none of us wrote My mother translates for me: So what you’re saying is life carries us No. Yes? Wait.
Victoria Sanz (Garcia) lives and works in Miami. She received her MFA in poetry from NYU, and holds degrees in Creative Writing and American Sign Language. Viki is an educator, activist, and doula-in-training. Some of her work can be found in Smoking Glue Gun, Phantom Limb, and Columbia Poetry Review.
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