Found Poem for Vizzini, Ned. “It’s Kind of a Funny Story,” 2006, page 44.
I look over at the Pushed-in
face, like mine.
shouldn't be alive, but is
look Why you bother ?
an excuse. You like
living; I guess if I were you
shouldn’t be able to be alive
better I find to be an ineffectual
Poem for Monet, Claude. Impression, Sunrise, 1872.
The Steps We Took
Under the illuminating orange lightbulb,
an escaped family floats on the ocean.
As the sea footprints a way forward,
showing the remains of gas and grayness,
The ocean blazes on, sun scorching the open sea.
The waves drive them deeper into the coal-murky lands, created by their own bare hands.
Golden Shovel after Ríos, Alberto. The Cities Inside Us, 1952.
It was when we
begin to live
inside the cities
of our hearts, and
begin to travel
to where we truly belong; unmapped
mess of our thoughts, the future paved by the roads.
Emerald Jiang is hoping everyone has a good day.