By Lillian Kwok
At first it´s very solemn, walking slowly up the church
steps. But you can´t resist a little twirl. Can´t resist
pulling the flowers out of the vases & throwing them
around. Today we´re getting married. The roof is great
& domed. I´d like to dance, I´d like to run to you so I
do. What happens next is that we become holy, in front
of everyone´s eyes. Before the priest can even speak
we fall on the ground in frenetic tremors. We writhe in
ecstasy. The crowd is on their feet as we tell them words
of terrible & incomprehensible beauty.
Published 4/7/15. Read more of Lillian's work at her Awst Press page.
This is the print version of Lillian Kwok's Author Collection. It includes nine--three previously unpublished and six previously published--pieces. Includes previous publications from Burnt District, Zoo Cake Press, Mascara Review, and Paper Darts.
The digital version is e-reader friendly to all that who PDFs.