in which i am the crowbar by Diana Khong

i grow the way
barbed wire tops
a junkyard fence
to keep bad men out
scavengers with wolf’s teeth
& hands hemorrhaged with rust.
my wrists are steel, i say,
& my body metastasizes
out of water
in the shape of the sun.
last night, i forgot that i am frail
but i will not do that again.

 

 

 

 

diana-khongDiana Khong is a poet and artist of color. She is currently editor-in-chief of Kerosene Magazine and is on staff at Noble Gas Quarterly and Ascend Magazine. Her work takes on girls, life post-diaspora, and bad dreams. She tweets @deerthrum.

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