A review by lifeinpoetry
Unexpected Vanilla by Lee Hyemi

4.0

How does pain come to claim authority?

(from “A Boil on My Hand”)

Watching the abyss constantly be reborn
lightly, weakly, clearly

you erase your face

(from “World of Breaths”)

Where did we all hide our bodies,
having become detailed insensible inklings

I multiply as I am erased

(from “Trace”)