ELLA LIN
and she peels me / another mandarin. i imagine / we must look strange, / our mouths dripping juice like broken faucets / into the night. her black hair / falling further, with nothing below. the broken mirror hanging / above wet paint on bathroom walls….Continue Reading mandarin
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Tell me what you miss
ELLA LIN
I miss lemons. I miss sun-baked milk. I miss heat. / I miss the melted wads of spit and honey / drying on rain-rusted brick / the chipped bits of baby bamboo / roaming through golden water….Continue Reading Tell me what you miss