BIG PICTURE by Christine Kwon

I was looking at cats
on Instagram
and everything
that a girl ate in a day
when a pretty girl
called to pick me up:
Oh no I can’t, I said,
I’m a champagne glass
on a windowsill
perfecting stillness,
containing the sun like a picture,
I am a semi
colon coiled on the bed,
the light in the room is the past,
the door with a peephole
from which laughing strangers
come and go
is not an exit,
the green of the cricket
on the vine in the kitchen
has trapped me this morning;
I try to write about beauty;


Everyone knows about terror;
When the white falls out
of the wall
I pick it up with hand gloved
In a plastic bag
And flay it—
I drop it in a pan and flambé
it, and I eat it, I eat it,
that’s how I obtain
A heart so white,
and I video myself eating it
like a girl on Instagram
thinking of what else I will eat
today smiling and nodding
at the camera
 

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