YL XUE


Boundary Conditions



March 2025  Poetry




I hate denying her anything. 

In the motes of the afternoon
the ranch house the locus of the 
Courtyard. 

The barycentric center is the point
at which the plane surface becomes
its integral average. 

When with two fingers she picks up the 
handkerchief. 

The point
is the singular point of insertion.

Ideas are distinguished from impressions by vivacity. 

This single indentation 
above her upper lip: 
it never moves, even with effort. 

The rooster taps at her with his beak. 

This cock shaking towards her, defending 
its territory. 






YL Xue lives in Brooklyn with his dog Poopy Xue. He's been previously published in Fence, Jubilat, Keith LLC, and others, and is working on a dissertation chapter on the politics of psychoanalytic ego psychology in the study of 'coping'.




ISSUE N˚1


01

little song
(Song of Songs)
song to call sun

Maura Pellettieri

POETRY

02

Night

Crawford Hunt

FICTION

03

Boundary Conditions
Dog Days
Postscript

YL Xue

POETRY

04

summons
forgetting of ways

Andrew Maxwell

POETRY

05

A Battle That Cannot Be Won

Olivia Cheng

FICTION










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