It isn’t
thirst that makes
me want to
touch you but

fear of what

I do not
know, much as
you are still
a depth I

have yet to
swallow: here,
I am first
to follow,

to fall for
wakes within
this hollow

curse, to sin
before the
pale of my
skin begin—

kept inside
this borrowed
hearse, I am
my only


Lucinda Sin describes herself as a 'young Chinese-American poet-recluse who just happens to be living in New York.' She is currently working on a collection of verse tentatively entitled Sins.