There are few men who will communicate with you in all the languages you know.

By Ethan Luk
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Poetry

There are few men who will communicate with you in all the languages you know.

Poetry

I have built my new tongue from old corpses.

Poetry

As if it were instinct, you held tightly
to a slim bar of sunlight

Poetry

Turns out it, too, wanted
to know more than what the body can do.

Poetry

when i called him a callas lover ` of coz i meant careless

Poetry

What time the young man’s life ended, no one knows.

Poetry

“jota de manila” and “i recognize the silhouette”

Poetry

I’ve never seen my therapist
wear his winter coat outside

Poetry

By some miracle
his bike was still going bone straight.

Poetry

our resistance our resistance our resistance our resistance

Poetry

Ringu (1998)” and “Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)”

Poetry

their oceanic smell that screams where they come from instead of where they are carried to

Poetry

I could make it alone
but I don’t want to.

Poetry

God I loved every one of those pigs we ate.

Poetry

birds are a scimitar waiting

Poetry

now, don’t be fooled
flying isn’t easy

Poetry

Are they happy?
Who knows?

Poetry

maybe that makes me primal. or maybe it makes me whole.

Poetry

there are no more
orange groves in Jaffa.

Poetry

There are few men who will communicate with you in all the languages you know.

Poetry

Ringu (1998)” and “Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)”

Poetry

I have built my new tongue from old corpses.

Poetry

their oceanic smell that screams where they come from instead of where they are carried to

Poetry

As if it were instinct, you held tightly
to a slim bar of sunlight

Poetry

I could make it alone
but I don’t want to.

Poetry

Turns out it, too, wanted
to know more than what the body can do.

Poetry

God I loved every one of those pigs we ate.

Poetry

when i called him a callas lover ` of coz i meant careless

Poetry

What time the young man’s life ended, no one knows.

Poetry

birds are a scimitar waiting

Poetry

“jota de manila” and “i recognize the silhouette”

Poetry

now, don’t be fooled
flying isn’t easy

Poetry

I’ve never seen my therapist
wear his winter coat outside

Poetry

Are they happy?
Who knows?

Poetry

By some miracle
his bike was still going bone straight.

Poetry

maybe that makes me primal. or maybe it makes me whole.

Poetry

our resistance our resistance our resistance our resistance

Poetry

there are no more
orange groves in Jaffa.