Jeanie kwak

Joined May 2021

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Islands
Because I am losing weight, I can feel the twin bones of my cheeks rise out of my face. The skin retracts, the bone pushes forward. When I look at myself in the mirror, it is like watching an entire continent shift. The landscape bares itself; we see, finally, its teeth.
By Jeanie kwak5 years ago in Poets
Canaries
When I was born, my eyes opened and they were the color of wet rock and silt, Running soil and salt and flame, the shifting layers of basalt and grey, hardened
By Jeanie kwak5 years ago in Poets