by Sophia Dublin

In celebration of the incoming sunny days, or in mourning of a youth that is slipping into the waves.

I wrote these last Summer in the final days of being a teenager. Coming from your local eldest daughter of an Asian household, here were some of my thoughts amidst the melting heat and a sweltering heart – becoming transformed through new expectations and also being melded by the definitions of being a young adult.

A lot can happen in a year. But hey, I’m still here standing. If anything, this is here as a reminder that crashing waves only last momentarily.

THE AUGUST ODES:

There is something delicate in being in your disgrace,

Outlines of defamation,

Dirty shoes in a sacred place

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I told you something I don’t say out loud often,
Took me a while to put my words together at first,

held my breath,
waiting for a response…

and it made me laugh like child,

because what you said was simple and mild,

Something I’ve never seen before

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You’re absent in mind,
cup half full from your lover

If you’re terrified, just say it,
The sun won’t die and you’ll still wake up a brother

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What a curse,
looking at the knicks in their bones and filling them with gold

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