Quantum Mechanics
Grace Q. Song
The world possesses me
with its tender, half-
beast face. In the last
hour of the eclipse,
the window opens
without resistance.
My lover enters
the door like a painting.
And my life returns
like a rippling sheet
of water. The lines
of the future surging,
carrying us farther
into the dark. It is
impossible to determine
the limits of money
and physics. The sky
stays distant, cruel,
primordial. The moon
is a pale, crescent dimple
we can’t see clearly,
not without turning
our eyes away. The amount
of happiness I have
I have allowed
myself to accept.
Now that I can
never believe
in the persistence
of form and light
you must leave me
again and again.
Grace Q. Song is a Chinese-American writer residing in New York City. Her poetry and fiction have been published or are forthcoming in The Boiler, The Journal, The Offing, the minnesota review, The Cincinnati Review, SmokeLong Quarterly, and elsewhere. Previous works have been selected for inclusion in Best of the Net, Best Small Fictions, and Best Microfiction. She won Sundog Lit's 2021 Editor's Prize and studies English at Columbia University.