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Remember. Lot’s Wife

by Sarah Wallace

now the eyes of my eyes melting
mingle salt and earth

light is beauty and fire
comets know precisely, each,
their destinations in the city asleep,
blast my eyes open after
days same and silent

and now the ears of my ears strain
turn, neck’s eternal kink

the coruscating cries of every
sunday clear-air hawker,
susurration dusty robes
against delicate ankles wailing
night-fled streets

(and every city breathless burning
in god’s stranger nostrils)

Sarah Wallace is a recent graduate from the Burman University English and Scholars programs. She is now a Master’s student in English and Creative Writing at the University of New Brunswick. Her poetry has been published by The Plath Poetry Project and The University of Edinburgh Journal.