Camping in grimy sleeping bag, a woman slumps, a living parable. Her hand-scrawled
Signs
Poetry
force practices: an erasure
the people of Chicago have a right
I Want to Live Inside a Poem
I want to live inside a poem,
stone cottage, wild garden
trans people gather for a name reveal party and play Apples to Apples except all the cards are fill-in-the-blank
Their gender is The Boulet Brothers’ Dragula
The Weasel
flashes red (WHITE)
in gloomy green and grey
Family Restroom
he told her
to act right
but they couldn’t
agree on what
it means
Two Poems by Laura Shovan
I was conceived on a bicycle,
two unclothed human forms
riding at midnight
