Sally Wen Mao | "The Belladonna of Sadness"
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In this week's episode of the Get Lit Minute, your weekly poetry podcast, we spotlight the life and work of Asian American poet, Sally Wen Mao.\\xa0 She is the author of the forthcoming poetry collection The Kingdom of Surfaces\\xa0(Graywolf Press, 2023), and the debut fiction collection Ninetails (Penguin Books). She is also the author of two previous poetry collections, Oculus (Graywolf Press, 2019), and Mad Honey Symposium\\xa0 (Alice James Books, 2014). Source
This episode includes a reading of her poem, "The Belladonna of Sadness."\\xa0 check out more poems by her featured in our Get Lit Anthology.
"The Belladonna of Sadness"
Spring in Hell and everything\\u2019s blooming.
I dreamt the worst was over but it wasn\\u2019t.
Suppose my punishment was fields of lilies sharper than razors, cutting up fields of lies.
Suppose my punishment was purity, mined and blanched.
They shunned me only because I knew I was stunning.
Then the white plague came, and their pleas were like a river.
Summer was orgiastic healing, snails snaking around wrists.
In heat, garbage festooned the sidewalks.
Old men leered at bodies they couldn\\u2019t touch
until they did. I shouldn\\u2019t have laughed but I laughed
at their flesh dozing into their spines, their bones crunching like snow.
Once I was swollen and snowblind with grief, left for dead
at the castle door. Then I robbed the castle and kissed my captor,
my sadness, learned she was not a villain. To wake up in this verdant field,
to watch the lilies flay the lambs. To enter paradise,
a woman drinks a vial of amnesia. Found in only the palest
flowers, the ones that smell like rotten meat. To summon the stinky
flower and access its truest aroma, you have to let its stigma show.
You have to let the pollen sting your eyes until you close them.
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