Clay-pot
Carrie Chang
Rainy alders, spurred
On by elderly pith, and
Wispy wasps of central
Light—now freakily
Bend, as if in opal
Vanity, trendily gathering
The mottled leaves of scarred
History, for her belt
Of seventeen colors, and
Even others, feel
We had let down the brothers,
Ferns, of white soju
Forever, now cascade
With broken fingers,
Shi Zhong breaks just
Like that in a fringe
That too will linger
Carrie Chang is the editor of this fine journal. She is the author of “Monkey-town,” and “Fairytale Origami” and has a fetish for egg-foo-yung, among other wowsy ambrosia. She is a descendent of Anhui, and enjoys eating raisins for breakfast. It’s yum!