Leapdragon 2016 - Aron Hsiao Was Here

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hard ricochet

from March, from May

letters unanswered,

faces filed away


bleeding as yet undone,

funerals not yet attended;

on April airwaves the past and the future

arrive as inevitable hauntings,

electric, anachronistic, and scatological at once,

shattering thought and little household tasks,

etching fatal geometry into temporal space,

piercing every self,

souring coffee,

burning leaves,

staining linens,

wasting breath and adrenaline

for nothing in particular,

all lost to a liminal moment,

to the echo of a hard ricochet

that inevitably marks the ‘now’

with the ghastly prescience,

of an interminably postponed night.