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