Category: Poetry

The Disappearing Woman

We scrub March sludge, soak up
marsh chorus in our shared porcelain

tub under cloud-clad sky. We dive in
to the rain-clad quarry with naked acrobats.
I notice my body does not match.

Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath

Floating, supported in her mother’s
arms, the two
bodies crossed in eloquent
echo. Look and look

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