Translated by Ming Di Mirrors in the elevator from all directions— shed light on those with ghosts in their hearts. A man and a woman lower their heads, admitting no guilt. There are two other people behind them defending them from the mirror. They seem to come from different cities, years. …
Blood on snow is the cardinal in the yard. The sudden deep freeze. A glittering. Listen! Here we are among the gloved leaves. No wings. Only the slow blades which break away into the snowmelt water. Between two junipers, a child blinks into the glass of the moon. I do not dare disturb the water….
is turning me off. so i take a walk. plums fall from trees in protest & i can’t see the color green anymore & just last night yo just last night god went SPLAT on my window like a fluttery lick spittle & told me all love starts in a garden. what am i supposed…
As if I carried a palace of glass And crept up slowly with it in my hand To slip over your sleeping Body your innocence adhering To the wall as you tripped inside Not unlike the way you once arrived Within my icebox among maroon leaves Of radicchio and voluptuous beets …
Gravity is the weakest force But it can bring a body down An adjunct professor on concrete outside of a church A hood entrepreneur on concrete outside a three-story walk up A schizophrenic son on concrete outside of his mother’s apartment A recent high school grad on a bathroom floor A biking single mother…
“These black eyes, a gift of the night / I use their darkness to seek the light.” —Gu Cheng, “One Generation” Beijing The first time we met, I noticed that your eyes weren’t even close to black. They caught fire in the dim light of the poetry workshop: eight women, including you and me,…
The horses starved then came back as snow, dementia, fire, rings in the trees swaddling frost. For a year, sparse meals & our child in mud. This morning I worried about money, the life we’ve made & the future. How long it would take to dig out the car….
I stood in a hallway outside a hotel room. It was my hotel room. Ahead of me, at the end of the hallway, I could see into a bathroom that had a glass wall. There was a cubicle in there made of arsenic-green metal, like in a locker room or high school hallway. It housed,…
From Of Breaking Glass To think of you at your lowest point in the lowest point of the Western Hemisphere. Badwater: metabolize this. Walk through salt. Wallblood. Sandhour. Brother: nobody can harm you anymore. Miocenic insignia. Glass inside clavicles of rock. Quartz breath of oxygen. Agora- phobia,…
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