Today's poem is by Le Wang

prologue
       

morning takes no prisoners. days collapse
over each other & i remember everything

i have yet to tell you. more often
i mistake my mother's face for the moon;

pores calcified like exit wounds.
she sheds silver & leaves me

to pick up the pieces. another sparrow
surrenders to our window & i imagine

each crash as the sound of another god
proven false. yet i can't help but

wonder how dandelions pierced themselves
into existence & made mockery

of split ends. then october came & melancholy
became a poem i've rehearsed dozens

of times & hunger lingered like
a burnt tongue. & maybe we never

believed in aliens, but i still sat parallel
to the moon's shadow & waited for the night

to birth a miracle.

Copyright © 2025 Le Wang All rights reserved
from wildness
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