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Fantasy Magical Realism poetry
By Hal Y. Zhang
Mar 7, 2019
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99 words ·
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Photo by Zoltan Tasi via Unsplash.
From the author: My first published poem. Food, reincarnation, mothers and daughters.
I am thankful to not be a fish
again in this life.
When I see a restaurant tank
my jaws swell in remembrance
gulp ice water like air
It could be worse, my dear
my mother’s port-wine birthmark
ripples around her neck
as she waves her fork
She does not eat beef.
My daughter is inside me,
the size of a peach.
At night we dream of falling.
It is not to be feared
because her wings
beat us aloft, one-two
as we step down from the sky.
Was I delicious,
she asks as we pluck
cloves from her hair and skin.
Very.
This story originally appeared in Uncanny Magazine.
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Hal Y. Zhang writes science, fiction, and science fiction, in no particular order.