Diana Keren Lee
I am more than dried Artemisia
in wooden compartments.
I am fluent in spices, and he is
fluent in hardwood floors. […]
I am more than dried Artemisia
in wooden compartments.
I am fluent in spices, and he is
fluent in hardwood floors. […]
When I take what remains
into the cool night
as if to show how it all goes on
without you, I do it the way
a hawk takes the arc of the moon […]
Last night I was a jaguar
escaped from the zoo. […]
or ringworm which I refuse to allow
myself to Google Image hell
it took me ten years to allow myself
to consider how old you’d be now […]
People name us
with the separation of their teeth,
the long z of our naming. […]
Socrates knew what Plato knew, and Aristotle knew what Socrates knew and also what Plato knew, knowledge is what separates us from those who don’t know anything or don’t know what they’re supposed to. […]
my mother down the hall fast like a train
or a bus blurting away her sprint turned
to tears:—and then into drops
of shit a trail of shit […]
It took me a moment
to realize that the tingle on my lips
wasn’t lip gloss
that night I kissed my friend good-night. […]
If the hand bloats after being bitten. If the match
is too wet to spark. If once touched, twice recoil,
if one knuckle, two knuckles, three knuckles. Four. […]
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