By Anh Lee
2nd place winner of the Wallace Stevens Poetry Prize
We last beyond a century we are forgotten
smelling of indigo bodies and abandoned plains enshrouded in sand
We feel our desires flicker and wriggle
perimeters kissed by thunder, shaped by doves and caressed by lingering legs
We guffaw next to crumbled doorsteps, our foreheads crease as we roam in our musty Cadillac in
search of hydrangea buds and chipped coffee cups and blame our memories upon no one.
I’m a wanderer in search of a body I can call home
The transgression a tear the pink hydrangea bud a violation the capsules held by hourglass hips
Echoes of the violin shudder forth among fairybreeze
I bite into the sapphire
