Illustrated and written by Grace Cen
“Sometimes the knots don’t come undone quite as gracefully as we’d like them to.”
Illustrated and written by Grace Cen
“Sometimes the knots don’t come undone quite as gracefully as we’d like them to.”
By: Karen Chen
Hold my hand as you walk to the river. Low ankles in dirt,
your baby toes soggy and printed and perfect forever.
Before going under, see:
tectonic ice plates tinged green, like fat saturated in stew.
Then let me borrow your obsolete eyes,
their lids turned cold, their color accrued.
Now, above us is still-breathing sky, too much to soak up, a sun that has stalled.
I wonder if airplanes see Legos or whether they see us at all.
Artist: Jeanna Shaw