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There is no questionif she was godlike
if she was an artist
weaving tapestries
from pink ribbons of sunrise
to navy curtains of night
until her eyelids droop
without earning a dime
As for her cowherd husband
not even the fiercest passion
can survive eternity
not even the fiercest passion
can survive eternity
Her love for him has long faltered
the way her aged feet feels
every time she steps
onto that magpie bridge
connecting them
across the Milky Way
the way her aged feet feels
every time she steps
onto that magpie bridge
connecting them
across the Milky Way
She has learned to dread
the seventh day of the seventh month
hoping for Tanabata
to be canceled due to rain
the seventh day of the seventh month
hoping for Tanabata
to be canceled due to rain
It is just another night
to put on a show for folks to see
with pretend hugs and kisses
before she returns
to her side of the sky
Jackie Chou (she/her) is a writer from Southern California who has two collections of poetry, The Sorceress and Finding My Heart in Love and Loss, published by cyberwit. Her poem "Formosa" was a finalist in the Stephen A DiBiase Poetry Prize. She also has poems published in Synchronized Chaos, The Ekphrastic Review, Panoply Zine, Alien Buddha Zine, and Spillwords.
to put on a show for folks to see
with pretend hugs and kisses
before she returns
to her side of the sky
᠅
Jackie Chou (she/her) is a writer from Southern California who has two collections of poetry, The Sorceress and Finding My Heart in Love and Loss, published by cyberwit. Her poem "Formosa" was a finalist in the Stephen A DiBiase Poetry Prize. She also has poems published in Synchronized Chaos, The Ekphrastic Review, Panoply Zine, Alien Buddha Zine, and Spillwords.
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