My head bent down, but not
in prayer, heavy from the looking.
I see your face, your phone-lit
faces. I tap your food, two times
for more hearts. I retweet.

My Therapist Wants to Know about My Relationship to Work (excrpt) — Tiana Clark

be your knight, what piece of yourself was left
behind when you toppled off the horse meeting
another definition on the ground, that
was close

From “Goodbye 7” (excrpt) by Emily Sieu Liebowitz

I sing of laughter and mirth,
     And I laugh in a gurgle of glee
As the myriad joys of the earth
     Trip through the light with me.

Songs of the Spavinaw (excrpt) — Ruth Muskrat Bronson

We enter, drunk with fire,
Heavenly One, thy sanctuary!
Your magic binds again
What convention strictly divided;
All people become brothers,
Where your gentle wing abides.

Ode to Joy (excerpt) – Friedrich Schiller