Curl
written by: Ari Wang
Lying in bed, I’m
curling into a dot of negligible
volume, in a mathematical way, until I can
finally float into the air;
I’m curling inward, becoming dust on the period
of your unfinished sentence.
Knees to ribs, I’m curling like a cat.
No hunting today. I keep ruminating—
sounds, sights, scents fed into me without
my consent, consuming the last filament
of strength.
Finally, I can fall back into bed,
sink deep among the springs,
and be born again in this process of symbolism.
Ari Wang is a writer and robotics graduate student at Johns Hopkins University. Originally from China, Ari writes poetry that explores the body, memory, language, and emotions. Outside of writing and research, Ari enjoys rock climbing and running.
