After it slips,
I can see the scene.
Clean cracks,
wind chimes on a winter morning.
Chalky slivers,
a startled flock of geese.
Riptides around
ceramic reefs.

But I flinch
as the cup shatters.
Look down
to see a broken gift
and bitter tea
that soaks into my socks.

This is a reprint of work originally published in American High School Poets: My World 2018.

A writer, violinist, photographer and athlete, Haemaru Chung is currently a junior at a high school in New York City. His stories and poems have been recognized by the National Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, Hippocrates Young Poets Prize and Gannon University National High School Poetry Contest, among others. Other works have been published in many literary magazines, including Rise Up Review, The Round, The Louisville Review, The Interlochen Review and Élan.

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