“what is a body/what is a body” it says in yellow, handwritten text floating near the top of the page. Under the text are flowing white lines tinged with blue, lines that curve in unison.

I keep thinking about myself
when I was a teen
a sweet kid, trying so hard
so delicate

Kimball Anderson, themself

Fat body is sun only when sunburn, is allowed
celestial standards only if too much

Mycah Miller, Fat Girl Galaxy, or A Poem In Which the Fat Girl is an Erasure of the Previous Part

I am the creator, the final form, and I choose to take it all.

Ryan Orme/Elle Emerson, The Trans Teenager As Frankenstein's Monster

isn't a palm the same as a heart
anyway? the all crease
their gazes with gasps
squeezing open of salt and light-

Vanessa Hu, dance is

if we make a bird-boy or a gill-girl, we will love them.

Lorelei Bacht, on the rooftop, we called

A person in the nude turned right side to the viewer, on hands and knees rendered in blues, white, and red pastel. The figure is mid movement, one hand coming through from right to left (front for back to the viewer), the right leg outstretched as if ready to brace. The colour shifts from white to blue from light to shadow. Red borders and details outline the image throughout.

Rae White, The Labyrinth (Camilo)

pieces of bone detach themselves from me
until my skeleton is full of holes like clothes
forgotten in an old wardrobe.

Alexandra Gipson, SOLILOQUY IN THE MIDDLE OF A HIGHWAY

you may be shy about it at first,
but find your sweatpants.

Sita Gaia, Self Portrait as a New Year's Resolution to Not Lose Weight

you've known me since I was worth
the better part of a farm.

Megan Cannella, The Price is Right

maybe i’d feel confident about my body then
instead of clinging to wanting

Alexandra Weiss, Enby Envy

When neither of us would address
The wrong boxes we'd spent twenty years living in
'Til now

Whit Fuller, Queer Poet(x)

i am but a fountain of ambrosia
for a deserved no one

G.L. Maverisk, DADDY (ZEUS) ISSUES

limpet nipples

inoffensive now in their uncanny gorge.

Eren Harris, BEACH//BODY

a cropping of 'Shame, a thing changing color' by James Diaz is displayed above a quote in black brush script on a white background that reads:

the good, the possible, the durable that lies just beneath the daily rubble. -James Diaz

“This collage depicts the liminal experience of maternity; two beings in one, tenderness, severity. The maternal experience as a place where the abject and sublime mingle.”

Eleanor Oliver, Untitled Collage

If I must choose emptiness to live
let it come, let me be free.

Ariel Moniz, How The Black Woman Sells Herself

Before the breaking there was dancing.

Skyler J Keiter-Massefski, Ecstasy Lost

I thought it would feel like freedom
but it feels more like becoming easier to swallow

ZEO, Ongoing act of performance

the delicacy of my fear,
held forth like it should.

Mim Murrells, Compulsive

Sasha R, Two Paintings

bloody noses dot my days
flaming red on white,
a rose on a snowy grave.

Jeana Jorgensen, Heartbroken

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Rae White, A Contortion

I dab my body in starvation to see how beauty snuggles

Michael Imossan, MY BODY IS A STORM INSIDE A STORM

my mind is sideways
can you still understand me

Julia Travers, Backwards

give me better treatment
and I’ll be better too

Heidi Miranda, If My Body Could Speak

I am negative space
In my Sunday best.

Cheryl Aguirre, Shell

who is it that will kevlar a body
that does not kevlar itself?

Divine Inyang Titus, cycle of teeth