“The speaker of Morgan English’s “Your Bitter Girl,” our showstopper of a winner in a poetry, summons Federico Garcia Lorca’s “Romance Sonámbulo” but turns the ballad into a rant: “ I’m sick of clothing myself in someone else’s labor / and calling that self worth.” I read it as a poem of resistance, in which resistance itself is beautiful, even poetic: “Let me rustle like a meadow until I’m gone.” —The Florida Review