Nepantla: An Anthology Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color

by Christopher Soto

remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.

How could we not be a song? I hum this man in my bed all night, my mouth a loose choir & his body a gospel & I don’t mean like a song I mean gospel like a religion or like a testimony etched in gold.

i imagine holding a girl named sam & this makes me a woman who defies logic, gives in to herself;

The welcoming smile of my librarian The anticipation in my heart All those books—another world—just waiting

N ta anybody, who will eva, even contemplate, attempting to oppress me. Fuck you? In advance. Enjoy my book!

Lord, when you send the rain think about it, please, a little?