Ode to Nüwa

by Audrey Fok


Go to sleep now.

Youʼve held heaven and earth apart for long enough:

unearthed men from riverbanks of gold dust &

lifted the sky up by its four corners. It is a rug

at your fingers. You are tugging it back

over the naked land

and it is curling up and over

like dried leaves but

do not worry, do not worry,

even when the lights are all out,

this forest and the echoes can stretch their arms

wide enough to hold all the lonely.

And remember, this is their

house. This is why they have been calling you mother.


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