by Joyce Chong
weeds i. the street corners of his neck where it meets the shoulder, follows down the rocky collarbone cliffside where pulse thuds, a broken streetlight blinking red stops like a beacon, or some warning. ii. the landslide eyes, mud and dirt and suffocation; maybe you could build a supernova from the debris. iii. the weeds; roots clambering out from the edge of his jawiv. fluffs across your stomach, sink in flesh until you are a field, a vista hidden behind handprints: the mark of his skin along yours.
AFTER THE PAUSE VOLUME 1 ISSUE 1
Published on Dec 1, 2014
The inaugural issue of After the Pause features experimental poetry, flash fiction, and visual art created by 39 artists from around the Uni...