Margins

In the margins are hearts, writhing.
Of curled eyelashes caked, tear-depths

a watercolor better than Monet’s,
do you remembers sandwiched inside

double-spaced blurs. Fish swimming
in spilled Poland Spring, ballpoints

spinning through their first G-forces,
O’s made whole and A’s into pencil tips.

Tic eraser burns tac gum wrappers toe
perpendiculars pulled parallel,

bruised ink a glistening artery, weeping
hellos & what’s ups & I love yous &

NO ONE WILL EVER READ THIS
but in these heart-stained margins, I do.

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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