2 Untitled Poems


by Jenny Wong


 

the sun is alone

in its black spun space

a peach-streaked sky in its wake

while we debate if pits are things

to be filled or swallowed –

emptiness or seed

 

 

 

consider the word pare

which is a knife

peeling away the unneeded

leaving a bare sweetness

that can only be appreciated

by a wordless tongue

 


Jenny Wong is a writer, traveler, and occasional business analyst.  She resides in the foothills of Alberta, Canada and is currently attempting to create a poetry collection about locations and regularly visit her local boxing studio. Recent publications include Atlas & Alice, Whale Road Review, Lost Balloon, Ellipsis Zine and FlashFlood 2020.