Keeping face for taiwanese vulture

by Ethan Hsiao

On moons when my back is turned,
it is guilty pleasure
to steal
languor in fistfuls. I overhear dogma of
the womb—idle hands are sin
worse than
murder, perhaps of an inner child
or the wild offshoots of a
spring bamboo; dignity is maintained
like breath,
except with private flagellation &
vowels misshapen.
A visiting finch whispers, softly,
   there is no harm in remembering

I whisper back to her, softer,
   but there is,
fearing the echo of my winged flight.

Ethan Hsiao is a student and writer from Las Vegas who is currently attending Harvard University. He has no prior publications. Previously, Ethan has received accolades for speeches, essays, and poetry.

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