- New World Literature, or We'll be Together in the End
my friend paced lower brooklyn all night desperate for a gun.your lover hooked the gas mask to her chair, inhaled.hundreds leapt from the red bridge, 1 last swimbefore ∞. what pushes us
faster than the speed of lifeinto the icy breach? the poet told meeverything takes longer than you thinkbefore she slit her toddler's throat, her own.
every celebration: an elegy. every anonymous:someone's labor squall. machines get numbers,gods 1,008 epithets. but we, like ghosts or fungi,deflate, nameless at the end. [End Page 248]
Minal Hajratwala is the author of several award-winning books including a poetry collection, Bountiful Instructions for Enlightenment. The poem that appears here is part of their manuscript in progress, "Wound Theory." They can be reached at email@example.com.