Audrey Zhao
They say I need to
hold a man
with strength but also
delicateness. […]
They say I need to
hold a man
with strength but also
delicateness. […]
The child kicks off her sandals,
breathing in the wild summer.
Hot cobblestones beneath her smarting feet,
she races into the empty plaza […]
what i once said, what i never meant
an entire night
bursting with skeletons […]
and each and every
each and every inch
of each and every each […]
I see all the tiny interventions – the gun points, but doesn’t fire, the woman chokes but doesn’t die, the chain of the poem loops dangerously around her neck. What does it mean to survive? […]
Nothing in the herbarium compares to these tendrils collapsed over intertidal rock. […]
My ancestors are buried in our backyard and my mother says it is comforting to have them all in one place, but it is more of a burden to me. I am a girl with bones made for war […]
that it wasn’t him, it was her. She was a cavern.
I think sometimes I wish
your tongue could sneak
like crocus, the base buried in indigo,
tip flushed purple on the tiniest of stems. […]
His face the rock cliff His face the rock cliff a place of views his face a shelter a barn a loyal brother full of lips his face in aging a mirror and a protest […]
something kind
of kinky
about the next
draft. the mark. the coming
scratch.
[…]
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