| the trees all planted in the same month after the same fire each thick around as a man’s wrist meticulously spaced grids cutting the sunshine into panels into planks and crossbeams of light an incandescent architecture that is the home that was promised you the promise of your new purified body your body rendered glasslike by fire now open to the light slicing through you through the glass bones of your hands as you lift the light free of its verticals carry it blazing through your irradiated life Copyright © 2015 by Monica Youn. Used with permission of the author. |
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