aristotle

phrenetic fever dream drains energy
which means none of us are nervous enough
mad men punch glass to bleed out

the butterflies we are sick of carrying
purple hues of orgiastic loss psuedo
catharsis nearly there but not quite

as is this night which would be perfect
if the streets outside were not
flooded with clipped wings and

philosophers on love and why it
exists when these streets were
cracked in the first place.

Celine Choi is a high school junior hailing from the booming metropolis of College Station, Texas. She attended the Kenyon Review Young Writers Workshop the summer of junior year, and her work has been published or is forthcoming in Crashtest, Ephimiliar, and The Live Poets Society. She is deeply passionate about embracing her Korean culture, spreading political awareness, and curating the perfect Spotify playlists.

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