Four Poems

by Sennah Yee

Sennah Yee is from Toronto, where she wrote her thesis on gendered robot design. She has two chapbooks about mopey couples at Dancing Girl PressThe Aquarium and THE GL.A.DE. Her first book Criteria for Crazy is forthcoming from Metatron in 2017. Though named after a racecar driver, she has yet to get behind the wheel. Find her at: www.sennahyee.com

The Beach

You ask if my swimsuit is new and I say no. I press a shell to my ear and all I hear is blood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Desert

What would it be like to die here? What do you want to be when you rot? I want flowers seeping out of my jaw, snaking around my bones. I want something to grow out of me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Top of the Mountain

It is beautiful because it has nothing to do with you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dial-Up Internet Sounds

Like diamond rainstorms on Jupiter, the seaside snarling in the dark, you hanging up on me right as I’m saying goodbye.

 


Sennah Yee is from Toronto, where she wrote her thesis on gendered robot design. She has two chapbooks about mopey couples at Dancing Girl PressThe Aquarium and THE GL.A.DE. Her first book Criteria for Crazy is forthcoming from Metatron in 2017. Though named after a racecar driver, she has yet to get behind the wheel. Find her at: www.sennahyee.com

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