Singularity
—Le Wang
Singularity
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With every self portrait going up in a wild-
fire, I scour
this dead planet for any signs of life.
Forecasts predict Earth’s souring with each
coming century: every sun-
burst heralds news of another extinction.
A honeymoon turned marooning.
My biology prevents me
from writing a better ending to this story.
Hypothesis: the universe was born
as an act of violence. When Pán gǔ
divorced heaven from ground, the yolk
splayed like an oil slick. An origin
shattered on impact. Came in the shape
of a bullet and left as such. Another life
lived posthumously. Again, my prayers are left
on voicemail, every deity out for lunch.
Still, these are the pages I cut
from our history: every version of my
-self frayed beyond recognition.
I theorize: it’s no coincidence that fish hooks
are shaped after question marks. The way there’s
no way to save a body reversed
back to its origins. Down to my atoms,
I am all instinct. So, I turn
away every search party. Dissect
the organs of every life
raft, and leave it all behind in the next house fire.
About
LE WANG is from Westchester, New York. Her poetry is forthcoming in the Eunoia Review and Fleeting Daze Magazine. Le’s art has been published by the Blue Marble Review and is forthcoming in the borderline. Le’s work has been recognized by the Alliance Young Artists and Writers. When she isn't busy with school, Le enjoys matcha lattes, listening to Lana del Rey, and thinking about the ocean.