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Woman in the kitchen - Christina Pan

Woman in the kitchen, rats in dichotomy

On her sleepy entrance in a night of dreams

Beaten awake by cold, lungs like grandma’s bosom


Light poles in a bedroom

Over bedridden darkness

So much care, she gives


Loses her name in the call

Hands deep in black

Eyes become a night

For shoelaces, hold walk

Into a single shoe where

Crawling leeches maraud as brain cells


Woman lost in the wake

Head ablaze from grainy dream


Corpse on the move; this bike trip will be very long.


Bio;

Christina Pan's short stories and poetry appear or are forthcoming in Trouvaille Review, Lumiere Review, and Ember. She currently lives in New York City.

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