Audio Feature: Ally Ang (Shō No. 3)
Today, my heart is working / remotely. I watch it thump / and thrum reliably behind / the blur of a computer screen.
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Established in 2002, revived in 2023
Today, my heart is working / remotely. I watch it thump / and thrum reliably behind / the blur of a computer screen.
i’m drinking coffee and reading an essay / by Tarantino breaking down Scorsese’s decision to / cast Harvey Keitel as the pimp in Taxi Driver
The sirens—remembering—often sing to me / of my own deathwish.
how else would i describe it? / somewhere below all of us // i paced the dirt floor of a deep / and airless pit, digging and uncovering // only daylilies tight and green
I’m not good at holding / anything real // the glass the weight these night- / blooming jasmine
I share an arm rest / with a stranger who has desires // too.
There is still good meat / on these bones.
I can tell you about strength. / How the sun warms our skins. / How the moon turns tides.
I think I'm tired of auditioning. / I'm not dancing for bread anymore. / I'm not paying your fee.
I split into two and the wolf split into four and we kept dividing
our greatness until I matched the air and the wolf matched the earth
I sling myself up those stairs / with all the other tired men because //
who am I to refuse the slap / of hunched playing cards
Sometimes I forget I came from the Earth / from the rocks, from the spongy moss // was a home for all the squirming, crawling / slippery life that lived under me.