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.