[A Moment Breaking Loose from the Past Becomes the Voice Inside Your Head] | Poetry

Jackie Wang

Where in this architecture of dust will you find the space to build a house that does not split? There I see your hand trying to escape the raw activity of laying stones Formations will spryly emerge the dampened loam shaped into something terrible From the mud she tells me, “Some days I wake up laughing because these forms are so unnecessary” “Some days I wake up crying because these...

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