Tuesday poem #357 : Emily Lu : SUPER EASY

Consider this my letter of resignation.

I have collapsed semi-prone into resting

orbitals of a runny yolk disposition

I never asked for. This

complete neglect in finding hard targets.

What else do you want

me to explain? Every meal I eat

alone is severance

is rice-hydrate, irreversible. Already

mid-month by the windowsill I remain non-fixed

hyperproductive still life overgrown. Can I

protest what            I see sprouted out from

sunstruck                        skin. I won’t dress-up

part-time.                          My next steps        

slow                                  brimming, brush

slack                              -jawed. I don’t

even                             have

to think

to get

this

right.

This poem first appeared in Sine Theta Mag

Emily Lu earned her B.Sc. at the University of Toronto and her M.D. at Queen’s University. Currently completing her postgraduate training in psychiatry, she lives in London, Ontario. Night Leaves Nothing New (Baseline Press) is her first chapbook.

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