Saturday Poem / Long Distance

That’s not what I remember / all the reasons if you let them inside they / tangle up in your lungs ...

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That’s not what I remember

all the reasons if you let them inside they

tangle up in your lungs and your breathing

quickens into

trips

choking

nothing.

 

And I wish

I could draw for you the emptiness of a single              seat on the subway,

of getting off the plane alone,

of thinking in two time zones,

but I can’t.

 

I miss breathing into sheets,

tangled and sharing the heat and swollen bones

and milk and soft, honest pleading:

— please, please.

Jasper Wang

Jasper Wang grew up in Squirrel Hill, graduated last year from Pittsburgh’s Creative and Performing Arts high school and now attends Carnegie Mellon University focusing on humanities and social sciences.


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