It was the look you gave me.
Like longing whetted upon the unnaturally
sharp spire of some tourist-catered
cathedral. The words that erupted,
toxic like the batteries & byproducts
uncoiled from the sullied depths of
our hometown river. How you told me
this wasn’t the future, but the sun
shrouding the sky revealed that this
was the penumbra of the past.
Hannah Miao is a student at Stanford University. Her work is published in Right Hand Pointing and Burningword Literary Journal. She has been nationally recognized by Princeton University, Columbia College, the National Student Poets Program, and the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards.