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On Chrysanthemums of Hunger and the Reckless Moss of the Body

On Chrysanthemums of Hunger and the Reckless Moss of the Body

Karen An-hwei Lee

If only finches, phoebes, mourning doves could say –

rice exploded in our foundling avian gullets. No, this is a myth. Is arsenic rice not carcinogenic, not a choking hazard, not a harm to birds? Conserve rice at your wedding in light of the famine. Do not throw the rice. Say a prayer, instead. Ask each grain of rice to shed its invisible wings, metamorphose into a fig-eating beetle. Or use shelled sunflower seeds. Say Chryso for gold, anthos for flower. Chrysanthos.

A cyst blossomed as if rogue cells roared freely out of a cavernous nocturne of starving moths: rapacious, not emerald lunas perched atop your summer-screen, over stick-bones dug up in a pear orchard. In beds of goldenrod. Phlox. Digitalis. Columbine. Born mouthless, a luna moth requires no nourishment to elope – analogously, chemotherapy starves the body in an oxymoronic healing. Born without a mouth,

a luna moth
fasts one week to sate desire—
reckless moss of the body.


Image Credits: m-louis
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