Breath for Metal
This a story
I’ve kept in soft
my steel body. I’ve wanted
to wait until I’ve
cooled to hum, until
my touch wouldn’t burn.
I’ve practiced to gentle
not to be odd. To remember
me a calm line transmitting not artificial
sugar smile melts a rainy spring I do not want
to feel a tug you wait again for what’s
dissolved into scent for this week.
Copyright © 2023 by Ching-In Chen. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on September 5, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets.