The Conditional by Ada Limón
"Say we spend our last moments staring / at each other, hands knotted together"
I Remember the Carrots by Ada Limón
"I loved them: my own bright dead things. / I’m thirty-five and remember all that I’ve done wrong."
The Leash by Ada Limón
"But sometimes, I swear I hear it, the wound closing / like a rusted-over garage door, and I can still move / my living limbs into the world without too much / pain
Keeping Quiet by Pablo Neruda
"For once on earth / let’s not speak in any language, / let’s stop for one second, / and not move our arms so much."