I think this space too grand to
call it home or even life—
even a weaving constant,
pulsing underside of a stomach.
There are no breaks in lines—
only the kind that rips arteries
apart with steel claws, bites
capital letters off the names of
foreign lands. I yearn to
draw home up like blood to flesh,
marrow from bone. But home—jia—
is a pink and white concept,
same colors as a blooming flower
about to suffocate midair—
Cindy Song is a high school junior at Richard Montgomery High School. Her poetry has recently been published in CICADA Magazine, TRACK//FOUR, National Poetry Quarterly, and The Rising Phoenix Review. She has also been recognized by the Bethesda Urban Partnership, Hollins University, and the Reflections program. When not writing, Cindy likes taking walks and listening to music.