by sarahjineepark September 13, 2020 poem secondhand lover for sale “if I get boiled pure / in your lobster pot / would it peel off / like a scarlet clearance tag?”
by sarahjineepark December 30, 2019 poem rockaway cosmology “for seven miles / we trudged / along the marshes / from Fort Tilden to Canarsie. / our bicycles, lame horses”
by sarahjineepark July 17, 2019 poem after the reception (for Grace Schulman) “slivers of glass ignite bathroom marble, / and with the same fists that shatter / champagne flutes and mirrors, / he grinds luminescence into my back”
sarah jinee park 