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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.


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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