HAOLUN XU
Organica
For two years, all I did was climb a mountain
For two years, all I did was climb a mountain
I saw through the evening
a purple light.
An hourglass tipped on its side, crimson sand
No. We don’t want you to breathe in–then out.
papa got his first man
the season arthritis twisted
his fingers at the knuckle
First I find your hip & then
the canopy opens above me
My Mama had the gift of hand sewing
I was moving across the country for a man
and a job.
And maybe she meant:
Every season is an inch
I decide to share a photo online of my shirtless physique