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