[Digital Poetics 4.15] Three Poems by Yě Yě

Photograph by Yě Yě

No—

the tongue 
of Night has to be
held Uptight for you
to swallow the Drilling pain 
into a Clear sense. There is
a Hollow scripture on the root
of every Frightened tooth. Open
sleep. Slithering breaths
as a sign of Warmth.
The prolixity of
not. (if Ever 
Paradoxical.)
Touching.

---

cancer talk

uncertainties—
the flatness of her voice 
stirs a fleck of sunset
in the eyes of 
an ocean

the emptiness is full.

an alarm bell
unerringly shreds
our conversation
into a carousel of
anarchic sounds

what if
crimes, Thursday
homelessness, tea
booster, maskless
no, gone…

you can almost hear
the green pigments convening 
and rattling against
silent walls, scaffolded 
only to crumble 
in precision

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Undressing As

Undressing as 
            impertinent 
      Exercise that oozes
to the Interior
       of Sadness
    like
a          bald
Greeting. 

Not
a
hairy
Day.

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Yě Yě currently resides in Stroud, England. She is the co-founder of Poetry Lab Shanghai, and has had two collections of bilingual poetry published. Some of her words can be found in Voice & Verse Poetry Magazine, Pamenar Press, All Tomorrow's Poets 2023, and elsewhere.