Apollo Chastain

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Apollo Chastain (he/they/she) is either crying in the club or crying in the archive. Their work has been supported by Tin House and the Smithsonian Institution and appears or is forthcoming in journals including Poets.org, the American Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, Meridian, and Ninth Letter, among others. Visit them on Instagram @apollo.chastain.

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Apollo Chastain  | 
Issue 75.1 Fall 2025

Stubble stings my lips / like I’ve eaten a palmful of / snow. I kneel after we kiss.