With love


Kind Under the Circumference of Watching

I have lived through so many faces. 

On days of darkness, 

Grab your forks and hack away. 

I know the torment of waiting

And the dignity of sunny days.

Masks off, I thought the game was over. 

Let me not forget the sheet over my face, 

a coolness relocated. 

When I’m high, I feel industrious 

like I can name my terror.

Elizabeth Hsieh