Three
Poems by Kristine Ong Muslim
Center of Gravity To
be drawn into shape,
cold,
I am the curled form
what
it wants to see: toes, limbs,
where
the hair parts, a doppelganger
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Dread Cycle The
corners of the room, the edges where One
is recovered from On
the other side of the landscape |
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Right Shoe A
stroke of white, it takes its first stride. It
does not wait for the other, the left pair grass,
earth, sand, water, pavement. A
bloated conqueror. |
Kristine Ong Muslim's work has appeared in more than four hundred publications worldwide, most recently in A River & Sound Review, Boston Review, Coe Review, Cold-Drill, Grasslimb, and Poetry Quarterly. She has been nominated five times for the Pushcart Prize and four times for the Science Fiction Poetry Association’s Rhysling Award. Her publication credits are listed here.
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