FROM ABOVE ABBY KWIT

Emily Cho Wild Fire

i lay under the water encapsulated in our silken str ands. cold- lovely. it’s perfectly nothing.

but you laugh, dancing. taking drenched in delicious war mth. alive , intoxicatingly unapologetic . it’s beautifully dysfunctional.

and i tr ied to resist it. but you shatter the ice , fr acture the still of my mind. for your s is an ir resistible kind of

Feeling Bl Ue

Don’t you ever meet someone like that?

They’re wonderful.

They put their forehead to your s and you can peer into ever y star str uck crevice There are hollows of gr asping, empty br anches hungr y for another chance , just like there are cliffs of all the sunsets suspended in amber, cast in the sweet half-silver coalescence of their memor ies. You might have shared them, too. You have ugly emotions clawing their way up your throat, and sometimes you’re afr aid when you’ve jour neyed beyond an ever-escaping hor izon they’ll be able to see all these thick tar feelings hanging off of your r ibs. Look at me , they say, look at what this used to be .

But you’re here , r ight now So are they And this is your cue to revel in the sea sinking you both, because these long milliseconds will never come back for you As they star t to pass by, take their hand. There is no need to pine for closeness when you are already so close . This is not your in-love , mind you - told your heavy third-gr ade secrets to - the one who sat by your side when you were still the leper come to town - lunch - homewor k - tear s - hundred moments packed carefully away with delicate paper and handmade str ing that no matter the ages you will never cease to take out, blow the dust off, and unpack with stagger ing affection that feels like a light playful punch to the shoulder.

I don’t care for being in love , for now. Loving just by itself is enough.

Single Flower

Head In The Clouds