Sophia Terazawa


Huế is not autumn in Paris.

Who cowers, entering the western gates, dressed for a king?

No cabinet’s armory fails our Forbidden City.

At thirteen, the boy-king paces unaware in his peony garden.

I have no voice in that, but regarding autumn, scrap my wedding tape.

Đai holds out a fort so long for memories cast.

Simply, I sense our fate in twelve dissimilar ways.


The peony
blossoms auspiciously

on my wedding night.
Though, who’s counting?

Grand is she
outside, shirtless,

drying herbs on a line.
Who stays

near the fort
in our red carriage, red

shirt and crown?

cabinet fires
many golden arrows? Glory

to this heart

Photograph by Michael Howarth (2023)

Sophia Terazawa

Sophia Terazawa is the author of Anon (Deep Vellum, 2023) and Winter Phoenix (Deep Vellum, 2021), a finalist for CLMP’s 2022 Firecracker Award, along with two chapbooks I AM NOT A WAR (Essay Press, 2016) and Correspondent Medley (Factory Hollow Press, 2019), winner of the 2018 Tomaž Šalamun Prize. Her first novel is forthcoming with A Strange Object, and she currently teaches poetry at Virginia Tech as Visiting Assistant Professor. Her favorite color is purple.

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