Arlene Ang The 2River View, 10.1 (2005)
Schoolgirl kneesListen

waver a pulse of rain, the evening
shallow and plasmic like an artificial

pond in late winter. The after-dinner
mint foil by her hand, waterlogged,

eyes the photographer’s lens.
Soil. Her left shoulder forms a cusp

of moon. She is anonymous,
like rigor mortis, the feral odor

of latex. Police lines throat a yellow
ring-a-round the rosie. She: bloodless

stump, the slaughtered doe.
Distant lightning glistens car hoods,

the coroner’s black shoes, her red
nails, the stillness of freckled skin.

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