DANSE MACABRE
For a while you’ve been hearing this call from underground, so you dig up my bones, take me out of this black box piece by piece. Yes, darling, refuse to understand death! I think it’s lovely & brave that you’re not giving up on me, that you have it in you to go on being with me after these ten years in the dirt. Touch me, these bones can be enough. Hang my bones from the tree in the yard. When the wind blows, if you want to believe that sound is me talking, then it’s me talking.
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LILLIAN KWOK is from Philadelphia. She now lives and studies in Sweden. She is also completing an MFA from the Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her work appears in Hawaii Pacific Review, Scapegoat, Silk Road and other journals.
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Read more by Lillian Kwok:
Poem in Scapegoat Review