this world is not conclusion
she writes – breathless cages
for teeth to rattle, suspending
the shudder of mourning flesh,
the lacunae of unread distance.

and he is still as it begins to nibble
at the soul, the ache that falls inward
until it cannot and can again. this is
my restitution, twice a day, until faith
slips, rallies, laughs, and composes
as it is wont to do.

Jonathan B. Chan is a student at the University of Cambridge. Born in New York to a Malaysian father and South Korean mother, he was raised in Singapore. He is preoccupied with questions relating to faith, prayer, and identity. He has recently been moved by the writing of Frank O’Hara, Li-Young Lee, and Charles Olson.

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