Exodus from halcyon 

Felice Arenas

grief mocked acoustically.

I huddle I hope to ascend

beat back by photographs 

of pine cellar doors, magma,

mothers swathing bisque dolls. 

Where the hell where in Hell 

do I knock around fire 

to get a good look at Earth 

as a particle? Remember Earth? 

Wu Xing told of overcoming 

or destruction—剋/克, kè. 

Licking cobalt inside our cheeks

we waved we watched skies fold 

sea floors like baby blankets. 

Then a gasp a glance around. 

Infernos have piped-in Muzak

believe it or not.

Felice Arenas was a writer and editor for Netflix and interviewed filmmakers and musicians for HuffPost before earning her MFA from New York University, where she taught and was a Global Research Initiatives fellow. Born and raised in Chicago, she has lived in Los Angeles, New York City, Brooklyn, and Shanghai.

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