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Haoyi Zhang

Haoyi Zhang is embarrassed about hir poetry affinity.

目送 (or In bed after lunch)

He receives me in last centuries’ hospital best: blue shirt, grey cardi. He dresses her too: a black hairpin holds back long waves of speckled hair from gray-green ringed irises. Delicate in weathered banana-pulp skin-paper, they’d hate to rub raw …

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