Poem: April 9
Refuge, by Jackie Wang
Note: Yesterday’s poem didn’t go out via email on account of I didn’t click the right thing. You can read it here.
Refuge
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIn the rain, in her head, an elegy for the not-quite-dead.
Some peonies placed beside her body, supine beneath the canopy of forgotten dreams.
She woke in such a state, such a state that she had to take shelter from the beloved's rain beneath a tree.
It rained so hard she didn't know where she was.
I don’t like being left to myself like this.