Tag Archives: Jenny Liu

Bone Ash

So there’s China in my mouth                         again. A chance of blue and white loss.             Say—why even the subtlest syllable hurts my eyes; and no, not the monolidded ones.                         Tell me: How do you hold                         a funeral for a language?             I … Continue reading

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Happy Birthday

It was a wink of pink. Fleeting like the glance of a stranger through the fogged window of a train. Like the white warmth of delicate fingers caressing your forehead. I wait for the day when you cannot hold onto … Continue reading

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