Tag Archives: Emily Zhang

Sandra

A woman stands by the clothespin, grabs her wrists like the mainland. I believe that she is an unpainted city on an island surrounded by sharks, that she would carve her desires on the ledge of an edifice and declare … Continue reading

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Pre-War Kids

When a locust crawls on my nose and the world flinches a little. To name a pet after a forbidden city, I count the number of steps up to my apartment each day. Poured a cup of water on my … Continue reading

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