The 2River View | 23.1 (Fall 2018) |
Clare Chu
I lost my name, became a number, Obliterated by the absence of light, You do not know where to look— You are crushed by my face All you can imagine is your own face. There is a sameness in my world There is a pause in penetrating a minute, I feel suffocated. I am in a hood, The Raincoat Once I could dance on a blade of grass, now I am pinned down by earthbound clouds. then you borrowed my raincoat, wore it daily, In its pockets I hid the bullets I took for you, The shelter of my freedom. but my throat was stuffed with ash, dying of fright is an actual thing. Clare Chu has published twelve books and numerous academic articles on Asian art. She collaborates with Hong Kong-based calligraphic and landscape painter Hugh Moss to challenge traditional media boundaries.
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