HUTS
the first fall
brings salty figs
brisk flowers
imaginary huts
cows hide treasures
under their tongues
& the butchers
will find gold hay
in their bellies
I have no breasts
but two dark
drops of hillside
I can never tell when it’s fall
the other night
at the laundromat
the stars were huts
& I wanted to move there
become a hut or a tulip
—from Storage Unit for the Spirit House © Maw Shein Win
MAW SHEIN WIN’s poetry chapbooks include Ruins of a glittering palace (SPA/Commonwealth Projects) and Score and Bone (Nomadic Press). Invisible Gifts: Poems was published by Manic D Press in 2018. Win is the first poet laureate of El Cerrito (2016-2018). Her second full-length poetry collection, Storage Unit for the Spirit House, will be published by Omnidawn in Fall 2020.
Other works
Quiver, fern
Portal
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