Hal Y. Zhang, AMNESIA

new publication by former contributor Hal Y. Zhang:

from Newfound:

After nearly forgetting her first language, Hal Y. Zhang discovered a jagged hole that could not be filled by a second. “AMNESIA,” her debut poetry chapbook, grasps at the echoes of her mother and sister tongues, 中文 and English. In both subject and form, these poems excavate the personal and the linguistic and map profound shifts in identity to the shape of words and radicals. Find their buried skins, their bitter unfurling, and divine the root forms of their leaves.

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person Hal Y. Zhang, one poem

Hal Y. Zhang is a tinkerer of things. She is online at halyzhang.com.



The lump on the back of my skull is not
draining and I fancied it might sprout flowers,
nice-smelling ones if I’m lucky, a narcissus

bulb stitching delicate white interlace and the smallest
yellow trumpets. I’d need a hat to shade it from the
sun, perhaps a crocodile funerary mesh for good

omens, and when the well-meaners pry I’ll break into
tears, saving them on the menisci of my nails to
sprinkle over the long finger leaves at my earliest

convenience. Are you glistening, I’d subvocalize
to my lovely parasite, who already knows how to
ask for more by straining its fine net of roots

through my important parts.