This week, a poem by BrandonLee Cruz.


Monstro, The Terrible Dogfish


White lover,
there nothing this poem can give me
that you haven’t fucked me into: something

large and blue              for you

to press inside,                 a lie

erecting. Once,

I told you to leave. But,
what is permission but
a song curling inside me
and onto you?

What is my song,
but a heaven heaving
above you? And

even beached, I

let love

stiffen you into
a real boy and

you learned

how to make love
by leaving

me behind.


BRANDONLEE CRUZ is a Queer Afro-Latinx Muslim poet from Hartford, Connecticut. He is currently an undergraduate English Major at Kenyon College. He was recently awarded the Academy of American Poetry Prize at his college. His work has appeared in The Atlantic, Hika, Puerto Del Sol, Blue Minaret, and Beech Street Review. Find him at

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