Sundown Sky
by Inkyoo Lee
I cut lines in the sheet of air: my last
thanks, last apologies. Look,
vapour trails are bridging into
afterdawn. Don’t remember me.
I wept, gulped back tears like alcohol.
Cleansed cold, as before surgery.
The night was gangrene—
grace at its firmest
was knife-shaped.
About the author
Inkyoo Lee is an MFA candidate in poetry at New York University. Born and raised in South Korea, he earned a BA in philosophy at University College London. His poems appear or are forthcoming in Wildness, Antiphony, Ghost City Review, and others. He has been supported by the Kenyon Review Writers Workshop. His Instagram handle is finite_expression. Find out more at https://inkyoolee.com/.