Technicolor Anaphora
An assortment of glittery rainbow pens spills out of my
Pencil pouch, each emblazoned with emblems that
Signal the spectrum of the stories they write…
An assortment of glittery rainbow pens spills out of my
Pencil pouch, each emblazoned with emblems that
Signal the spectrum of the stories they write…
Pópó
Is the Taishanese term
for grandma…
Lover embracing, tracing your
fingers down my spine, unraveling pages of being entwined…
My breath grieves the veneer of
Love lost in shattered limbs that lay beyond the Oakwood…
If I were right beside you, I’d
whisper into the caverns of
your ears…