MusingWith: Poem & Responses

Through a Turquoise Dialogue

Kyoo Lee

When “the window is open and the bird flies in,” Guest, “you’re never lost, you’re never lost,” Leslie, “so no one dies,” Mei-mei, say, time starts dyeing as the dying of time solicits time begotten, me forgotten through you passing through us lost for words in words, the rose bushes between the ear bones.


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