FOOD CHAIN
by JASMINE AN

if you are a member,sign here to proclaim yourself
of a community,a fellow to your fellow parasite
that has historically been fed on pencil lead and promises, still
underrepresented and voracious. viciously we raise our hands.
in higher education we laugh hungry and habituated.
tell us how we lick our own bones at night,
this particular perspective an old tonguing that,
adds to the value once sworn to salvage sharp smiles
you will contribute to your own case file,dedicated
to the diverse learning experience for a future
community of drought. yet, don't forget
we strive to create a fountainhead rich in magnesium and zinc

(if you would like) imagine us as poison in the wrong mouths.
(please do so)   here in the right: our marrow made mineral and rain.

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-THE EDITORIAL TEAM

 

Jasmine An is a queer, third gen, Chinese American who comes from the Midwest. Her first chapbook, Naming the No-Name Woman, won the 2015 Two Sylvias Press Chapbook Prize and second, Monkey Was Here, is forthcoming from Porkbelly Press. Currently, she is an Editor at Agape Editions and pursuing a PhD in English and Women’s Studies at the University of Michigan. Her forever muse is Sun Wukong, the Monkey King.