by Jasmine Reid


in the final hour of memory
my elocution elides its voltage
like a misuttered current my bright
does not slay the hands, tongue, or rattle
the spine into loose particles
lights clap on & on darken me sweet
as the night sky               dear sky

thank u for holding gently this occasion
of collision           syzygy & the wide
wonder of stars burning their light
for this
for this, tonight, i will let stay
my murmuring willow heart



Jasmine Reid is a twice trans poet-child of flowers. A 2018 Poets House Fellow, her work has been published or is forthcoming in Muzzle Magazine, WUSGOOD?, and WATER. Also a finalist for the 2018 Sonia Sanchez-Langston Hughes Poetry Prize, Jasmine was born and raised in Baltimore, MD, and is currently based in Brooklyn, NY. Follow her at


This poem appears in our 25th Anniversary Issue