I don’t know if you want
to be confronted with the
small black screws that fell
out of you in the library,
to bail out bliss and crunch it or
to tell the truth to soothe the throat, to hope—
hope makes you feel
naked as a horse.
The pyramid crumbles in a sequined dusk.
How do you mend
a piece of crystal broken off
from the original idea of light,
a baby gorilla thumping his only friend,
an orange bucket,
a broken et cetera,
the wooden bird flutes in the brain?
We were all chasing nothing, poor pups,
no choice left but to intensify the chase.
To bite the repetition that could be an ending.
Glut the self on sorrow until it splits, like a pomegranate.
The idea was to live forever, to have a name.
There are many kingdoms left.
After enlightenment, belief in magic.
Source: Various poems from a poetry reading by Dean Young.
Catherine Niu is currently a senior at Princeton University. She loves the poignancy and play that language inspires and hopes to continue honing her craft. In her free time, she likes to search for beautiful things.