2 June 2002 | Vol. 2, No. 2
The Art of Practice
The bamboo reed divides
the evening into nine girls
practicing the dance of Changgu.
I close my eyes & can see
their swan-like movements
pierce the air. There's more
than a world inside them. More
than a pulse trapped within.
In the hallway—they glow rhythm
in each foot. Their spines retrace
a broken path that once led
to the underground. Where the