Leung Rachel Ka Yin

Leung Rachel Ka Yin



a ceramic loss

for michelle

the country is always losing 
itself in my bed/ i do not understand but this
is a museum denoting 
the coldness of silver in which drowns itself a
people how my kin found their
toes in strange gravel to buy
clock faces and i all lost with my
sweated irons far up in the greens those
years there was no need at 
all for repatriation/ in my bed now that
i have gotten around to reaching into 
the exhibit a BONE. CHINA. BLUE breath 
to my touch feeling so carelessly curated 
a life this/ no longer 
dreaming of losing the salvage/ is when he walks 
out of my room and always from
me his face to the sky/ not lost/ just away just
thinking what to do to the beginning of/ so
painting my face on finding my up-eyes because
this loss/ this woman is always losing no 
longer/ nor sleeps itself in your head





LEUNG RACHEL KA YIN Is a poet from Hong Kong. She is the winner of the Sir Roger Newdigate Prize, among others, and has been published in various journals and newspapers. Her works include “chengyu: chinoiserie”, and “Mothering the Land” (Out-Spoken, 2021).