one’s life can be read through bodies: my arms reach out to steal my brother’s blessing, then, legs twist around my waist and in the darkness I press my lips against a salty neck, crying out her name …
I work as a reception clerk in the Lost & Found of days, with only my two shadows to keep me company. You’d think they would do something more interesting than stare at each other while I brew coffee in…
Ginnie made bread not chocolate cake and won a special ribbon, a white one. Chocolate had been the original plan.
one is for tambourine ghost dressed up in drag wandering in carnivals and pissing in ferris wheels
A Pentatonic Moon: 5 poems from the Tang Dynasty
translated by C.L. Jiang & Emily Jiang, with music by Emily Jiang
I. Moon by Xue Tao