Yellow Fever
Natalie Wee's poem complicates race, desire, and homeland in this evocative poem; find out more about our annual poetry contest within.
After Franny Choi
Sky, look how fine this flesh turned dartboard / pin up / bomb shelter / emergency room. Girls like me turn jasmine. A delicate flower asks to be picked. An unknown country wants to be besieged. I wear this colour as a mountain wears snow. Stand over me & see the sun corona the world, bright as a dragon's eye. Press that flag inside me & you will taste my homeland sweet & sour as burning women.
