Forget he held me in his arms / before our burnt bones shared an urn. // Forget the past and let us rest. / Step up. Bow. Take your own turn.
Do not ask who did this to her, / who shattered her to her core. // Do not ask what she remembers / of the larger self she’s lost.
From scientific haikus to epic poems, Mary Soon Lee effortlessly navigates between genres, fiction and poetry
I kept returning to The Sign of the Dragon because I got completely caught up in Xau’s story. It was almost an obsession. I thought about it when I was vacuuming, or brushing my teeth, or grocery shopping.
Deny she was ever a star, / or, failing that, / deny she ever went nova. / Deny that she burnt / brighter than galaxies, / brilliant in ultraviolet.