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THE STAFF OF Front Porch Journal collaborated with AWP book fair attendees in Washington D.C. to create an Exquisite Corpse. We began with the prompt: What is the best moment of your AWP experience? Each contributor could only see the previous line. We’d like to thank all the writers who stopped by, and contributed.

THE EXQUISITE CORPSE

Feeling validated in my MFA experience by fellow people of color, women of color.

There is more than

one of

us.

each looks blue, brown, retinal & lashed

a leak is a look from a sieve; stunned.

Every day I miss your smother, your plunge.

sometimes you have to look at the shadows

-in them, sometimes, grandmother and dancing

alongside the river, late afternoon light spilling over

the bathtub where my sons romp in the mud.

The sunshine dying on our kitchen floor,

so I brew more coffee and hope

to be a gradient of light

until the moon shines brighter than I

feel right now.

The weight of books in your bag.

MEN WHO WRITE ARE HOT, THERE ARE A LOT OF HOT GUYS HERE.

^What she said.

And then said, “the way your described me, the tone and texture,

made honey out of this bitterness I hide.”

…in my suitcase without a handle.

I found my knife on the street.

The edge

intersects, what is hidden

and seen

Isn’t really seen at all but rather felt

a dark presence emerging,

the light threatens to overwhelm it

but the darkness will not be squelched.

It will be bought. Or sold. Then destroyed (again).

It will not make me cry.

the yellow-gold onion skin tears and stains

my finger tips

one day they will resemble onion skin

which layer fell off the first

red onion

which layer fell off into the palm.

The palm unfolded

into a roadmap of veins and lifelines.

I traced our story on the palm of your hand,

and you played the editor and gutted it wrong.

– February 9 – 11, 2017