Lisha Ruan


The apples drip like paper
onto a bony stomach

The throats whirl like seas
or locks or red hooks

Elephant-spun webs
fall like rain onto the grass

The diamonds whir like tanks
in a blurred kitchen

We spill wine
over a list in neat letters

The stars glint like oaths
inside insects and cold meat



LISHA RUAN is a Computer Science major and writer at Princeton University. When she’s not writing poetry, she likes to learn languages, and she’s also curious about philosophy, the future, and artificial intelligence. Her work is forthcoming in Sweet Tree Review. She grew up in Rockville, Maryland.