We begin open-mouthed:
How sine curves hold
the first of breaths,
that timid metronome
of pulse, peering; cosine
cradling staccato against
her swelling breast,
articulating; asymptote
of the butterflied heart
fed by fledgling fire,
germinating at last. Ink
everywhere: in the lungs,
spilling across serifs who
bind at the softest touch;
in the pupils, flooding
naive first dilation under
benevolent sun; in the soul,
drowning the desperate
shadows, painting the path

Amy Liu is a high school student from Long Island, New York. Her work has been nationally recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards and the National Council of Teachers of English. Her poetry is found or forthcoming in The Rising Phoenix Review, Small Leaf Press, and more.

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