Heartache | Roses by Kim Suttell
Kathy Jiang | Two poems
september
always on the cusp of something
i reach for one more lover, one more car
driving in the pinkish rain
the light raking the hills
the cows getting drenched
every last one, every last life
holding my hand through the sun roof
holding me by the screw of the bone
i reach for one more lover, one more car
driving in the pinkish rain
the light raking the hills
the cows getting drenched
every last one, every last life
holding my hand through the sun roof
holding me by the screw of the bone
koi dream in rain.
the day has come to an end.
you and me, kissing on a bridge.
on this side of five months
my mother asked how you liked the food
she packed for home. good, she asks.
good, right? is it good
how i dream of mouths
and girls i’ve never met,
thin and bright, more whole than ever.
all summer i ate like you were going,
gone. and now you’re here.
fall grows with leaves on the pond.
in the too-tall lamp,
away from the street,
there we stood, twenty some
ghosts underneath.
they sleep, they wait.
for quiet offers to never come.
again it is raining,
raining. all week i dream
i got what i want.
the growing and the need,
falling fast on my face.
falling fast on me.
when you become mine,
do you change into me?
you and me, kissing on a bridge.
on this side of five months
my mother asked how you liked the food
she packed for home. good, she asks.
good, right? is it good
how i dream of mouths
and girls i’ve never met,
thin and bright, more whole than ever.
all summer i ate like you were going,
gone. and now you’re here.
fall grows with leaves on the pond.
in the too-tall lamp,
away from the street,
there we stood, twenty some
ghosts underneath.
they sleep, they wait.
for quiet offers to never come.
again it is raining,
raining. all week i dream
i got what i want.
the growing and the need,
falling fast on my face.
falling fast on me.
when you become mine,
do you change into me?
Kathy Jiang grew up in the DC area, where she now lives and works with underserved APIA youth. She previously headed up the William and Mary Review. Her work can be found in storySouth, Twyckenham Notes, Proverse Hong Kong, The Northern Virginia Review, and more.
Kim Suttell is a collagist just emerging from a career in bureaucracy and spreadsheets. Paper, as her medium, speaks in torn edges, subtle curls, and tiny glimpses of previous use. The grid template references both quilts and ledgers, places where individual pieces must interact to create a new whole. It is the point to limit the format so that color, texture, and fragmentary images make their own movement and meaning.
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