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POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
Cindy Xin is a high school student in Albany, California. When she’s not reading, writing, or listening to music, she is staring blankly at the sky. Her work is forthcoming in Earth Island Journal, and Half Mystic.
Also by Cindy Xin:
Uncle, landing
Soundless in a Flower Vase
This is the intersection of our dreams:
You, holding a bottle of murky water,
taunting your throat to sing.
Me, sinew into gold dust, a hymn
about winter lodged above the mouth.
There was no mercy at all,
and we wanted it, though no one
could tell. Stumbling upon man-cleared
lands, hands enveloping into paper
squares, we roared to God on
losing ourselves. Drunken worship
flowered, cashed into dirty puddles
and private dreams. Can’t hear a thing, no.
I am here today… or another. From you
or Him, piano keys revolt back to their
trunks. Caged and falling, through the
hairs into a descending balladry:
sanctuary lights,
our song desecrating in your
ankle.
the sun stopping to set,
something sounding outside of
these woods.
our stillness extending the note of
the night, blood crackling through
the skin
all in throw-away rhythm
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
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All contents © the author.
