Please, light, make a sound. You wrote let me collapse. My poem was in that first revelation, like the troubled drink they make us remember what never happened to us. Each day I think this will be the last A fear comes with it to the world, a cry I wasn't sure how to pray for the dead Our worthless offerings— the way we leave ourselves in others, There should be a carnival Of all the sorrows There must be more to describe such cleaving. [Source texts: Katie Marya, Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, Evie Shockley, Jennifer Chang, Todd Davis, Allison Cobb, Adam Zagajewski, Marianne Boruch, Nathalie Handal, Ardengo Soffici, Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach]