She is pumpkin brain,
gossamer flesh.
I am mouth agape,
tongue cherry Slurpee red.
Ideas woven with flimsy threads.
She is an emerald-eyed milkmaid,
lovesick protagonist.
I am the anime,
the cheeks streaked with
lemon-sour tears.
She is smurf-like melancholy,
Pepto Bismol pink.
I am a citrus chapstick kiss,
fruity gum bubble
on the verge of popping.
She is a flowering hedge,
the glimmer in a cat's eyes.
I am childhood stains
on an off-white canvas.
The lukewarm air.
She is the story of which
I am the narrator.
@ Age 93 by Jackie Chou | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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Jackie Chou is a writer of poetry and flash fiction who has recent work in Chainmail Poetry, Gnashing Teeth Publishing, Poetry Online, Alien Buddha Zine, and Collaborature. Her poems have been translated into Chinese in the journal Poetry Hall. Her story "Kiss From a Rose on the Grey" is forthcoming in Spillwords. She believes that writers must write in order to call themselves writers, and hopes to live up to that demand herself.
