By Leo Kang

But mizzle, bitten thing. What’s mine is now yours. Be somehow
more moonish (there are mitigations on the milk glass). I am no
longer mincing this wet matter, this marsh pearl we once reason-
ably could have called memory, long ago, and in another country.
LEO KANG is from West Yorkshire. He was previously a Foyle Young Poet and Poetry Society Young Critic, and he won the Tower Poetry Competition in 2022. His poems have been published in Oxford Magazine, Rust and Moth, Anthropocene, and others. He is currently studying English at Cambridge University, where he edits The Mays Anthology.
Art by Eloise Cooke
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