Lover's Requiem
by Ying Liang



could burrow in on myself,
collapse as an atrophied
lung would,

stained shell of a decade-old cicada

learn how to love an epidemic.

Nirvana


save
an ache or two.
Organache.



sores on my psy-
che with cool balms
and patience,
for I
have yet to smell
the stench of
abortive
hope,
the soil crawl underneath my eyes and
repose in the sweet empti-
ness beneath.
on a star—I want to be beauty-full.
♥