Tag Archives: Vicki Lin

Moonbathing

Picture this: it is dusk in the countryside. The fluorescent lights from the pool shine all the way to my backyard. We are summer-drunk, mosquito-bitten. Itching at the scratches on our collarbones, hidden by the necklines of our T-shirts. Acrid … Continue reading

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the aftermath of us

in the shadow of the sharp-toothed moon, i dip my fingers into the hollow of your collarbone. restless, we breathe ourselves into the dust gliding in the sunlight. how beautiful are the dancers with their tendons cut, muscle melting into … Continue reading

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self-portrait as my mother’s reflection

mama, we hold love like water in our hands, drink it down and pray for a body that can bear more than just children. this is a bloodline tainted in a way we don’t understand: i am what you left … Continue reading

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