Last Friday, Peach featured Inam Kang’s shortlisted poem, “the feds don’t know i’m a scorpio.” Kang’s poem communicates alienation with a quiet sense of humor that belies a great sadness beneath the surface. Lines like “calling on my age, / my money, / my good song — / i reign on the weight of that alone. / come for me, come for me / i’m your last stop before you hit / the moon” transform an endless accumulation of personal prejudice and anxiety into something universal, perhaps even triumphant. As that sense of triumph extends to a place far outside of a singular viewpoint, Kang shows the reader an endless cycle of defeat, the transitory nature of victory over that which would hold us down, and the ways confronting and acknowledging the cycle can lend us a sense of where we should place our hope and faith. “i wonder if people still write about the earth,” he writes, “about things they’ve completely given up / on saving.” —MATTHEW BOOKIN
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