The McKinley Review Magazine

Contemporary Origami

By: Adam Zhou | Posted on: January 14, 2018 

My reach does not stop

 at the wings of a crane.

It stretches out to a field

 

 empty. Boy, listen

to me, I am above the soil

 I am flying. Thrown.

 

There’s something lovely

 about how things hide

away. A fold onto itself

 

 and still it cannot portray

creases like knives, no

 blood. Easy to trace.

 

Easy to have my hands

 hold one thousand

cranes in the flesh.

 

 Make them dance.

Feel the wrinkled feathers.

 Hear the sound of bones

 

disguise into a cadenza.

Contemporary Origami was initially published by The Rising Phoenix Review