Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

Falling — Kristine Ong Muslim

You will not see the people gawking thirty-seven stories down. But you can watch the flicker of gentle lights, the church steeple pointing its sole finger in the opposite direction of your fall, the hush of curtains blowing out of the open windows. You will notice that the side of the building has been streamlined … Continue reading