Suphil Lee Park

Puzzle pieces, each from a different set, end up with gaps to fill
with mind and whatnot. From afar they’re curlicues fluent in
longing–there’s too much to say about longing we’d better leave it

But there’s room for joy in the dark future growing wings. She believes this with resistance to life fading. [Believe this.] The war’s been long upon her. Is here to last. Is here to outlive the time few mattered more than passion. [The fruitless act of planting a seed in an open wound that won’t

From the Styx memory foam a girl stems, fumbling to get why in the coil of what. Every what twisting for its scaled tail. From Thetis’s wedding to gravity’s threshold, the girl travels, the world unhinged like a door drowning in its frame. Snakes skinned alive too learn their bodies to be cartographic loops. Apple,

of a bed birthmarked with espresso spills & stairs stacked up like well-thumbed field books & taxis straying out of traffic takes over the longer night ahead where you’re carried into his bedroom & placed like a finger in another woman where earthworms drown on your watch & a courtyard David lifts the blade of