Sandra Lim

Small Container, Fury

Rembrandt paints his carcass of beef.


You see a little blood near the poppies

and don’t think of detachment.


Humbert and his girl are driving across America.


One has a thirst so unslakeable, one walks

right into the river.


How exciting spring is! and how errant,


holding out love and death

like a platter of the daintiest cakes.


As I do my work, I think, let me topple,

wear thin. Let the world eat me, but


then, let the world sob, not me.



“Small Container, Fury” is from The Wilderness (W.W. Norton, 2014).