in the ER, on the gurney, white-sheeted, not yet cold. I fall on him. The husk of him. Still beautiful, that body. Long, lean, pleasingly hirsute. I love your fur, I used to giggle, stroking an arm, a leg. The nurses, the orderly, the so-young doctor recede, a sucking back my skin registers: their gaze …
(To use the PDF embedder to see all pages of the poem, use the arrows on the bottom left-hand side.) Weijia Pan is a poet and translator from Shanghai, China. His poems have appeared in AGNI, Boulevard, Copper Nickel, Georgia Review, Poetry Daily, and elsewhere. He is the winner of the 2023 Max Ritvo Poetry …
There was so much quicksandin the movies when I was a kid,so that’s what I think of as I watchan ant thrash on the carnivorous leafof a butterwort plant, each attemptto free itself from the viscid tongueonly making the situation worse,a dawning panic as it lifts a legand with its mandibles tries to snip offone …
The 14A District Court stands near the cornerof Washtenaw and Carpenter, presiding overthe busiest intersection in the whole city, which meanswhen you’re being taken into custody, you can counton having a little extra time to wait. I cried at that light.My father told me to find a dunce cap for having the gallto pick a …
