Tag Archives: Alena Zeng

summer coda

today, everything has taken on a curiously cold gleam; the sky shifts for hours in the unripe morning before breaking all apart, clouds rippling along their fault lines. November effaces restlessly. today, I have dissected the shadows clinging to the … Continue reading

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in the summer, we search for edges

            feverish & in the aftermath            everything looked the same. only my             tongue, moving over the shadow of a faceless language. time comes to a standstill. august’s mouth  stretched                                     wide open                at night we mistake the dip of the heated valley for … Continue reading

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