An interconnected family of supernovas burning bright in the night sky: take a moment, reach out—join us.
watch: I am carving a hellish heart out of dirt-
freckled gold. still learning to pluck overripe
strawberries while trampling poppies, footsteps
like thunder. august knocks on my door and
finds me draped in cotton coated clouds
exchanging apologies, discovering tragedy
the way feverish wanderers greet stars. you trace
Shakespeare into tree bark, sealing your swear
with freckled sap. they say porcupines learned to
purge from the cupped cartography palmed
with syrup. always greedy for more, yet we are
dancing under a dripping sun as honeybees
do, whispering isn’t this lovely? to be yearned for &
forgotten. I weave spills of foliage into your braids
and point out a naked reflection muddled in algae,
ebbing, too fickle to be destiny. I think I am dying.
About the Author
Grace Liu is a young writer from Michigan. Her work has been recognized by The Poetry Society UK, Leyla Beban Young Authors Foundation, and more. You can find her on Twitter at @graceewrites, where she tweets about almond butter and occasionally her writing.