Deductions
Emerald Jiang
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Found Poem for Vizzini, Ned. “It’s Kind of a Funny Story,” 2006, page 44.
Why
I look over at the Pushed-in
face, like mine.
Resting
shouldn't be alive, but is
look Why you bother ?
an excuse. You like
living; I guess if I were you
I
shouldn’t be able to be alive
Oh God
me getting
better I find to be an ineffectual
problem and
I’m done
calling .
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.
The Ends
It was when we
begin to live
deep in
the secret
inside the cities
of our hearts, and
when we
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.