IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
(taut jeans dancing)

An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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A MOMENT OF THE TRUEST HORROR

Wing Tek Lum

They held her down, inserted a grenade by force, pulling the pin just before letting go with one well-aimed heel to seal her doom. Quickly they ran for cover. She kneels there, disheveled, bruised and bleeding, unmercifully undazed, eyes wide, thighs pale, voice quavering, shrill, all hands clawing about; the belly wrenches, ready to give birth, at this moment of the truest horror.


from URBAN LOVE SONGS
after Tzu Yeh

Wing Tek Lum

Our friends are laughing. They say we sit so close in your old Buick it has become second nature for me to exit on the same side as you. * * * * * * I wave as you enter; you take your seat smiling. This same coffee shop now feels crowded. We whisper to each other: all eyes have noticed something's changed.

 
 
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