latitude #002

Margaret Zhang

Baby season. What a field
of toddlers in cleats
can do.    

• •

Eyes shut, I see
a television room without

television. Disneyland
mugs with Mickey’s head chipped

off & on the tiles. A drunken
mother, a corolla with diluted fuel.    

• •

Holding my baby
cousin’s hand, I see a bud

that never bloomed. It is
a stupid thought. It is a stupid

thought. We are both
too old for forgiveness.

Margaret Zhang used to go by Mar-gar-gar. She is a three-time Foyle Young Poet and has attended writing workshops at the Iowa Young Writers’ Studio and the Kenyon Review Young Writers Workshop, among others. Read her work in DIALOGIST, SOFTBLOW, Gigantic Sequins, Words Dance, the Foyle Young Poets Anthology, and other journals. She is an undergraduate at the University of Pennsylvania.