Dominique Ahkong

a golden shovel with Adam Zagajewski What came to us sounded like mystic music:at first, a chorus of Gregorian monks heardfiling past the juniper tree, though now we can say with certitude that the music we heard came through pipes. You heard the first hum in the bathroom—it wasstartling, the way things are when you’re …

We ate hair every year my grandparents visited, slick with the odor of a living force. For good luckI chewed strands & swallowed. After Koung Koungdied, I learned of black moss stripped from the roots of grass, earth left exposed to the wind, land turnedinto desert. In the high desert where I live, eyes light …