In autumn, yellow afternoons choke
melodies at the throat. We swap

roles week by week. One battling
the cello pegs. One watching

the grey tabby on the street corner lean too far
sideways in the evening dim. One day

I am singing softly on your couch. The next,
you don’t come back until midnight.

Your apartment ceiling fan whistles
above me like an elegy. I hum along

alone in the October dark. In bed
I hold the hours close to my mouth, each

—longing to be blurred.

Esther Sun is a Chinese-American writer from the Silicon Valley in Northern California. A 2020 American Voices nominee, she has been recognized for her writing by Bennington College, the National YoungArts Foundation, and the Alliance for Young Writers & Artists. Esther’s poems are forthcoming from or have appeared in Carve Magazine, Birdcoat Quarterly, The Indianapolis Review, and more.

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