‘At first you treat him as a nobility – / a miraculous figure(head) / with no real office. / Then he dies.’
‘a style says conviction in indifference / conviction in style’
‘here we come / with our living // fruit baskets and / soon to wilt white flowers’
‘The unexceptional mystery takes place: / around eleven, love turns to matter’
‘The sexual terror lions are roaring into my ears as I make my way between their cages’
‘The same way Bach’s motive splays out to the right, / swoons flatly, swans it, footnotes, follows up, / talks to itself, purls, mutters, dawdles, resumes. . .’
‘May it not be / that they owe their fleshiness / to the cumulative effect?’
‘Do you think I can get to heaven / with zero balance and a virus?’
‘On tenterhooks / you think how string constricts, how / it connects, how you followed it back / to Rawtenstall.’
‘Colors unstudied where human activity hasn’t yet / congealed’ Two new poems by Jenny Xie.
‘It murmurs beneath the crust of the ground, or a person who serves as the ground you stand on.’
‘Her / Secrets play on continuous loop, // Like a B-movie.’
‘Paper phantoms sit beside me / watching a two-hour movie.’
‘Thank any God, our emergency is celestially authorised’ New poetry by Jay G. Ying.
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