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
The Highway by W. S. Merwin
"The sun and everything / Are stuck in the same places, and the ditch / Is the same all the time, full of every kind / Of bone"
Demand It Courageously by Julia Hartwig
"Make some room for yourself, human animal. / Even a dog jostles about on his master’s lap to / improve his position."