Pomegranate I open my chest and birds flock out.In my mother’s garden, the roses flaretoward the sun, but I am an arrow pointing back.I am Persephone,a virgin abducted. In the Underworld,I starve a seasonwhile the world wilts into the ghostof a summer backyard.My hunger open and raw. I lay next to a manwho did not… Continue reading Cathy Linh Che