Flint eyes, I gaze into oceans uncharted
focusing on the spartan profile
Now that I am older, I dream of mere moments,
I plan no years ahead, I anticipate joy in every turn.
As if the ball of yarn is visibly ending
and the sweater will never be finished,
and the memories of wearing it
in all future occasions will never be recalled..
And I bite into the grapefruit, bursting with bittersweet, astringent sunshine,
coral dream that my life has been,
never the apple I imagined it to be,
hapless Eve.
Maria Ling
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