Tag Archives: Stephanie Guo

Secret Garden

You would tuck soft peppermints Into the folds of my hands And murmur that it was alright, Mother wouldn’t try to poison Father again, But tug at your temples When you thought I wasn’t looking. You clutched my fingers All                        too                        tightly. … Continue reading

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suburbia

you, too, have spoken of its taste: voluminous quiet, stifling like the pale ochre of maple saplings. a long, seeping sip of cloth obscures my mouth, dims the din of saws. they cut long and close and hard, fell a … Continue reading

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