Alex Fang

Arrival

All this time I thought
travel was simply a search

for difference, so I could be
a stranger, impenetrable.

But when the road
divides the terrain into red

and green; inhabited and

uninhabitable, I know
what is sought is in-

difference. The wind
is not exasperated. It

just blows. And again

I am breath-bared
on a piece of earth

that’s not to be enjoyed
the way this apricot is

this morning by
me, here, flesh

loosening from kernel.
I taste it before I

see it. I am stranger
even to myself.  

Alex Fang is a lawyer and poet based in Brooklyn. Her work has appeared in Boyfriend Village by Black Warrior Review, Action, Spectacle, Thimble Literary Magazine, and elsewhere.