I used to think my body craved  
annihilation. An inevitability,  
like the slow asphyxiation  
of the earth. Yoked to this body  
by beauty, its shallow promises  
I was desperate to believe,  
too fearful to renounce my allegiance  
even with its hand closing  
around my throat. When I chose  
myself, I chose surrender. God  
is the river that remakes me  
in its image. I didn’t know what  
was waiting on the other side.  
I swam through it anyway.  
Copyright © 2024 by Ally Ang. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on July 16, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.