we used to draft our letters like this:
dipped in blood, Dear
Soldier, how are you? my fingers
are drifting over your chains like they were
made for you. The weather looks beautiful today. like your
body over mine, love-locked under smoking sheets as
we whisper, breath hot & mind hazy. War is coming soon, remember.
& would it be fair if i held you in a rusted bathroom & burnt your palms? like a
baptizing except prettier. i will color your bathwater with rose & grip
your hand through every second. wrap your neck with gold because bruises are
always prettier with gold. Remember me as winter slams & we rotate/shatter
with you rubbing your sole into my tombstone. Remember
how they call us dirty. Murder on our hands
like we are killers. you look so pretty with iron on your hands. bone scribed
with my name & yours on every ladder
of my spine. You left me alone in this decade, ghost hugging my tongue,
desperate & begging. we are meant to serve together, remember?
forget your duty, soldier. we love. & kill. you: in my arms & we are
Wish you all the best.
Vivian Huang is a young poet from Irvine, California. Her poetry is published or forthcoming in Eunoia Review, Polyphony Lit, National Poetry Quarterly, and elsewhere. Her work has been recognized by the Alliance of Young Artists & Writers and Princeton University, among others. She loves fangirling over movie soundtracks and is obsessively in love with blueberry scones.