by Yoon Ha Lee
tender it is
dissolving like crushed sugar
it passes between your lips
and is enveloped by your breath
tender it is, and warm
leaving no texture against the tongue
just the memory
of foam, of fossils, of moth-eaten satin
and all things once white
tender it is, and warm, and fatal
for it stains your hidden marrow
and after that last lancing pleasure
the world becomes your poison.
|Yoon Ha Lee's poetry has appeared in Strange
Horizons, The Magazine of Speculative Poetry, and Star*Line.
Her fiction has appeared in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction.
She lives in Washington state with her family.
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