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

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