What is the mot juste, anyway?
Does it exist
in the delitescent notion of circular time
that we sometimes explore?
Yet the day outside illuminates still!
the way a fall hour careens about
the winds of seasons prior,
easily enveloped in a fermata of
Kirsten Shu-ying Chen lives in NYC and is currently pursuing her MFA in poetry at the New School. She founded BTP artist collective and eats primarily stinky cheeses.