Poetry

 

 

Anna Soo-Hoo

The day I came home and did not turn on the radio

the music
quiet and everywhere
in me

that I was calm
each movement a swirling out
coming back tidily

and the next day
it was the same
my spine held by air

 

Two Fish

two fish
ink on paper
still with hooks in their mouths
an eye
a white belly curving the side of the other
blackish as a catfish ought to be
though I don't believe the line between them
this fish with its third eye
though clearly there are two fish

 

 

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