By Sean Cua (Class 2021)
i sought the warmth of your smile,
the delicate noodles holding the scarlet fire
that washes over my frozen veins.
a spark kindles inside my frosted heart,
before floods of oxygen rush all the way
through those organs that cry and yelp with pain.
their throbbing pulsates and smashes
the dying tissues against their walls,
but I know unless the clear broth carries away
the old hypoxic baggage I let fester and stay,
my limbs will never find the strength
to walk alongside the soul behind the smile.
so then, my pho,
i close my eyes and let you flow