Cycles

Poetry / Christina Im

in another life i turn throatblack & trembling when it rains // in another life i eat the ocean & swallow no salt // in another life my body is a thunderbolt / less of a waltz with the enemy // in another life his mouth is not yet a danger / not yet another night for the concrete to mourn // in another life my eyes are still taking prisoners // in another life he & i die young / the breeze bleeds over us / they call that forgetting // in another life the word girl is seven kinds of ghosting / all this & the lightning too // in another life only the light is damp // in another life he says only literal things // in another life i have grown around a knife-shaped cloud // in another life i have a wind in place of a voice & i fold it in half many times // in another life the sky moves too fast // in another life his limbs & mine learn to speak torrential // in another life we are traveling & forever out of time / there are no shades of blue for us

Christina Im is fifteen years old and attends high school in Portland, Oregon. Her poetry and fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in several publications, including Words Dance, Rose Red Review, Glass Kite Anthology, and Strange Horizons. She has been recognized nationally by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards, and currently serves as the editor-in-chief of The Teacup Trail.