Recent Work By Matthew Rohrer

 

POEM WRITTEN WITH LI CH’ING CHAO

 

Tears streak my rouge

and outside it’s raining

motionless rain the air

will carry me away

or I will become so drunk

I’ll forget all my passwords

and never stop talking

of their beauty.

For reasons unaccountable

I am ill, combing my long

hair exasperates me

in my hair dreams.

In the morning I have

no hair, Spring is late

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