Original Poetry: "My Body Is a Vessel" by Grace

This week’s poem is by Grace, a Hong-Kong-born, Chinese-Canadian writer living in TkaRonto, part of the territory of the Mississaugas, the Anishnabeg, the Haudenosaunee, and the Wendat peoples. Her debut collection of poetry is coming soon from Guernica Editions.

MY BODY IS A VESSEL

For the sun
and a home
for the salt
air, buried in concrete
and dust, risen
again
as if my skin remembers
its spring song, no longer
a young and dying thing
but at last,
winged. Bring my body
back to slow rivers.
What’s the word
for a flock
of little joys?
I think it was
a blessing.

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Grace is a Hong-Kong-born, Chinese-Canadian writer living in TkaRonto, part of the territory of the Mississaugas, the Anishnabeg, the Haudenosaunee, and the Wendat peoples. Her debut collection of poetry is coming soon from Guernica Editions. Her work has been nominated for the Best New Poets and Best of the Net Anthologies and is published or forthcoming in Grain Magazine, Frontier Poetry, Arc Poetry, Sonora Review, Mud Season Review, Yes Poetry, and elsewhere. Find her on Twitter at @thrillandgrace. 

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