Lantern Review: A Journal of Asian American Poetry
Issue 2 | Winter 2011

Lek Borja

The Senses Center

1. in the waiting room

pulse --- the absorbed within picture frames ---she comes ---
her walk is liquid: going ---

my eyes --- not like hers --- electrically colored --- all impulses --- heightened senses
like a million raging selves. be still---be one.
her walk is liquid: going, and silent. i am chiseled by the sight ---
still --- one.
i sprawl.
my hard insides move to the edge of softness --- kiddy --- white.

2. a special attraction

the need—the quiet ache

to fill a space from asphyxiation

from her causal smile

is there.

this moment, i am

but lung