Poetry By Jill Chan: Thunder Sandwich #14 - Edited & Maintained By Jim Chandler & Haze McElhenny

Poetry

2 Poems: Jill Chan

WATERMARK

I catch the lassitude
of the pen

(absolving uncrossed t's
and undotted i's)

aware of the hollow tube
and how air is essential to the flow

but keeping in mind the finality of ink,
I hesitate

where to begin?
perhaps with the time

you held my hand
in the dark

telling me how much
you wanted not to forget me

Instead, I hold the paper
to the light

DRIVING

Your left hand
on the gears
and your right
on the steering wheel.

Only last night
I was holding them
tight in mine,
a conguence
I've come to know.

Now
I watch
fascinated by
their independence.

When you stroked my hair,
what were you thinking?

Jill Chan: Born in Manila, Philippines, studied Chemistry in university. Migrated to New Zealand in 1994. Publications include NZ magazines Poetry NZ, Takahe, Spin and online zines Mentress Moon, Niederngasse, Apples and Oranges, Eclectica, Southern Ocean Review, Interweave, 3rd Muse and forthcoming in Comrades.

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