Shelley Wong is a Kundiman fellow who lives in Oakland, California. Her poems have appeared or will appear in Vinyl, Ninth Letter Online, Devil's Lake, The Collagist, and The Adroit Journal. She received the 2014 Normal Prize for poetry.
glide without the matter
of bone, brains, heart. They flick
and do not know pain.
We measure, find them, and they
do not understand us. They bloom
and deflate like crinoline
space stations. This is silence
or worship. When we dive,
we want more than the ritual
of science. Surely the jellyfish
are the moons, the femme fatales
of the sea, these stingers, these
medusae that coil, dazzle,
and drift from our hands