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    Saturn Peach
    Saturn Peach
    Saturn Peach
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    Saturn Peach

    By Lily Wang

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    In Saturn Peach, Lily Wang establishes a distinctive voice that is part heartbreak and part wise witness chronicling the strangeness of a technologized world. When asked to describe her book, Wang answered in her quintessential way, “There are things I never want to know but always know. Every day I live with them. Every day I live. I am like a young fruit. Like a peach, common, not the popular kind but oblate, saturn. I live and inside me this pale fruit, yellow and white. I take bites out of myself and share them with you. Maybe you taste like me. Maybe you hold this fruit and become a tree.” If ever there were a book that disarmingly – and seemingly effortlessly – encouraged its reader to become a metaphor, then Saturn Peach is it.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGordon Hill Press
    Release dateSep 1, 2020
    ISBN9781774220139
    Author

    Lily Wang

    LILY WANG was born in Shanghai, China, and immigrated to Canada at the age of six. They have an MA in English and creative writing from the University of Toronto. They live in Toronto.

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      Book preview

      Saturn Peach - Lily Wang

      Part 1

      Re:

      Re: nothing special

      When you say the past catches up to you—

      when it shines like a sprite, offering sweets filled with sea brine—

      when you say when (the past catches up):

      I am already in the future.

      The soles of my feet dangling above the water,

      I am three times the weight of a song. Sea brine:

      this is the only way it can happen (the past)

      and I know you don’t mean one (catching up).

      I know you are not speaking of numbers at all;

      it gets confusing; who drapes what on what, on who?

      It gets confusing and we run out of fingers. We pass.

      Isn’t salt supposed to help with that? (the passing).

      MAGIC HOUR CONFESSIONS

      I love to make people cry. I love to make them smile. Sadistic (like skim milk) I would die for just about anybody. I want my skirt big and I want it to sweep. I want the camera to zoom in on my lips right before the pause, and I want my favourite poets at the animal ball. Richard Siken gets to dance with the zebra because he makes me cry the most. Anne Carson spikes the punch. She’s got the quickest hands and there’s 13 of her. We have our conversations in the shadows against red wallpaper, like:

      –I have a brick.

      –Fact.

      –

      –I’m trying really hard to make it love.

      –

      –It already is.

      –It already stopped.

      –

      –I am trying.

      –So.

      –Hard.

      Then switchblades fall from my ears and slit

      my collarbones. Everyone starts snapping and I tell them to shut up.

      I ask the horse to strip and she starts sobbing because It’s Vera Wang, but that’s not how the world works and I am the one with the switchblade.

      It’s such a funny story and the best part is no one ever remembers except

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