Tag Archives: Adam Zhou

By Morning

Your hands caress walls caked in blood from a wounded face even the drapes can’t hide. The intimacy is bothersome. There will be no tomb for the body and so the flesh will continue to strip away. Catch the flaring … Continue reading

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Haikai No Ku

I was satisfied with the way you danced the waltz until your fingers mimicked beating drums. A cadence gathering speed. Staccatos drowning and yet breathing more than ever. They make me see the bruises under my clothes; I used glue … Continue reading

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Anti-Confessions

While you were away,   I could hear the tapping noise every time the sky   painted itself in dark colors. Mother always says   list the possibilities but no: doors and windows   bolted. The same way the flowers … Continue reading

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