dmSueyeun Juliette Lee
when it breaks it transliterates my name. when it falls i seek to breathe inside. seeping clear hours or days, delivering handfuls of vigor, forcing bent ivy to decrease its sway. the river bed is cold and broken. salt dissolves silently from fingertips. clams hold tight onto a century of witness. old bones, once exposed, permit their hard edges release into earth. the heart attenuates into a wand, a divining rod set permanently against a sill. northern roads deliver into a mist that robs the eyes and quells the ears. my father’s land is dusty, old, and hidden. i wander without shoes, out to tempt snakes. without alarm, alone. the watch word is scarlet, scarred like the outer skin of a drum. tanned by the redressing of a puncture wound. fibrous at best, tangential always, a hundred thousand swarms of bees.
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