Joseph Gunho Jang

Consider the labor

required of the shadow. Its attention,

its quick shift.

It is disrespectful

to believe we are in control.

Years ago, I, too,

thought otherwise —

that light’s figuring dance

was an offering

to our forms,

to our music. But when I saw the silhouette

of the body

of my friend,

I thought, Oh, how fragile

my understanding

of everything

light scorns. It was terrible, the yellow

wearing on her body.

Just terrible.


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