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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() a halmoni's recipe one with withered paper scribbled calligraphy rustic annotations a dilapidated polaroid i see as an ember of burning reels of film boyish and coyish boy flitters like an amorphous shadow that is half as dark because the light that shines is only half as radiant he is a stranger and myself
often one in the same yet he is blind of what lies ahead of what is right in front of him dreams of a la la land the viscous dough congeals to my hands the roux over the hotplate never seems to set there’s no difference out from in; i sense and am the dough that sticks the effervescent roux that never thickens limbo: the nothingness between life and void my palms press into the grains of the rolling pin the tiredness of my bones seeps into the tissue of my marrow ripe empty vessels for sorrow is this my reparation for a lost heritage? tears of a muted spirit fall through the cutting board like a wisp of ethereal moonlight yet the boy tells me i cry because I’m chopping scallions. Comments are closed.
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