To the Hour Where We Linger

PUBLISHED POETRY INCLUDED IN MY FORTHCOMING COLLECTION: LETTERS TO NOWHERE

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the rain runs long fingers

down weathered glass,

both storied and warped with age.

and our aches, scarred and distorted 

like echoes, answer back with a taciturn tap

of twisted branches along the sill—

jealous of the wildness and secrets 

whispered between mother and sister,

shaking violently, crying for the saffron leaves 

between here and there. 

crying for our lostness,

crying for our oneness.

scattered among that radiating

in-between—

our favorite place to linger.

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Originally published in The Hong Kong Review (print), June 2023