Lantern Review: A Journal of Asian American Poetry
Issue 1 | June 2010

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This body brought to surface—
I was
a girl at her first bleed, thinking
there it is, there it is, I thought
it would never come.
This
bald thing, this
clenched muscle, smooth
and still like silk, like
a forgotten lunch, it is
heavy with lost purpose.

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and

still

caught

in the net

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i have truths i have yet to claim:

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