Vol. 6, Issue 2 of AZE is centered on the theme of Poetry.
Some arrive in pairs;
More leave coupled,
Sometimes in multiples.
You wrote me prose about the rain and
now when it storms I can’t seem to
think about anything else.
O to shield oneself with the visage of the sunset;
To shroud away from the rake of nail and bruise of touch
I lay on his lap in the dark
pale faces cotton freckled with time
On the car ride home with you
Me in the passenger seat
You, one hand on the wheel
The other in my hand.
Mom always said she’d support us
if any of us were gay,
no questions asked.