by P.W. Jarungpiterah
A buried shoulder. Cold
melting gait the broken
consonants of her
approach. Ruched throat.
The hands, half-
moon incantations
a malefic spread.
Her bull ant anger
mazing the black
and green night.
Her dance, its slow
recrimination. Lips
stretched east and west—
landscape with no wind.
P.W. JARUNGPITERAH is working on her first poetry collection. Some of her past (or upcoming) publications include Rattle, The Malahat Review, The New Quarterly, and carte blanche.
Phi Nang Lum was edited by Suha Tariq. It can be found in Augur Magazine Issue 8.1.
