3 poems

by Callia Liang

If we’re going to die in the end
slow down. Start over.

I’d like it to be at your hands
slip a noose around my neck
and hand me scissors.

honoring all our beautiful truths
My eyes are closed,
the better
to feel you.
You understand.
You are slipping into a noose
made for one. We will melt against each other
twist and lock
become pure again.

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