Imagen de Yagul

 

Beyond the rasp of distilled camphor, there is no going back

 

Likewise, when led through Havana, left is right

right is left and the other way round

you could walk into a street fair, a harmony

of columns or a sculpture, swathed in ribbon

 

*

Let’s have fun in the sun

Let’s see more of that face

Severely pollen-limited

they defoliate, stunned

 

it rains heavy here too

though no one else sees it

 

*lady+wisdom+

Out of a desire

to be sexy or articulate or both

I peel back the ferns and fl(e)sh a thigh,

look now this:

viva voracious

gloriosa post-pollution

 

when you rip a bloom off the scaffold

it’s only a minor injury and

 

anyway, what is dignity to a bog,

 

a bevy of dragon flies over

inscrutable froth

 

*

the sun casts veils on the pure and fickle

 

but what does it mean

to solicit flesh apathy f(r)eshapathy

 

Flesh and apathy on display for crows

 

*Death_to_stock_photography_farm_2

Stone-lined silueta at a crossroad, brisk

lemon-rind-twist of departure

 

before you can even get to the section

with Articles of the Afterlife

 

*

Cattleya tigrina

is mouthless and mottled,

musky and mottled

 

if you salvage all its

thick clots

 

you can make a parrot

or many of them

 

polyamorous, hybrid

 

*

I give up concern

I press all buttons available

 

antennae toggle air for

the most basic sentences

 

as sky becomes more and more vibrant

 

losing its distinguishing marks

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nothing like skin as an alibi

nothing like

desire, a dart

at the heart of what’s wrong

 

by Lilian Dube // featuring artwork from Alicia Krawchuk 

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Lilian Dube

I am a Ukrainian-born, Zimbabwean-raised writer and teacher currently based in Hong Kong. I graduated in 2015 from the University of Chicago where I studied English and won the Elsie Filippi Memorial Prize for poetry.