AVA WONG
my name is but a whisper on / your grandmother’s lips— // syllables itchy like ink / on a wet page, fingers // reaching for a memory, for / the stone they tied…Continue Reading water ghost
AVA WONG
my name is but a whisper on / your grandmother’s lips— // syllables itchy like ink / on a wet page, fingers // reaching for a memory, for / the stone they tied…Continue Reading water ghost