Dawnia Darkstone, Jumbletron
Returning Home
Xingyu Zhao
The day we ran away from our broken nest,
You held a capybara pillow, I a teddy bear,
Past pigeons pecking at the moon-lit snail
Entrails. Followed ants into spalling malls,
Ate fish ball noodles near Mayflower.
Took care not to trip over rotting mimosa,
Crushed banyan fruit bruising the tarmac
Home. The walls dotted with your drawings,
Moth-eaten photos of us. The books scented
By the evening sun, shirts kissed by mynahs,
Teacups collecting rain by the windowsill.
In the corner, the mame bonsai turning blue.
Stalled elevators, bannisters tinged with rust,
Only dead ends, and we circle back to the past–
Only dead ends, and we circle back to the past.
Stalled elevators, bannisters tinged with rust,
In the corner, the mame bonsai turning blue.
Teacups collecting rain by the windowsill.
By the evening sun, shirts kissed by mynahs,
Moth-eaten photos of us, the books scented
Home. The walls dotted with your drawings,
Crushed banyan fruit bruising the tarmac.
Took care not to trip over rotting mimosa,
Ate fish ball noodles near mayflower
Entrails. Followed ants into spalling malls,
Past pigeons pecking at the moon-lit snail.
You held a capybara pillow, I a teddy bear
The day we ran away from our broken nest.
Xingyu Zhao
The day we ran away from our broken nest,
You held a capybara pillow, I a teddy bear,
Past pigeons pecking at the moon-lit snail
Entrails. Followed ants into spalling malls,
Ate fish ball noodles near Mayflower.
Took care not to trip over rotting mimosa,
Crushed banyan fruit bruising the tarmac
Home. The walls dotted with your drawings,
Moth-eaten photos of us. The books scented
By the evening sun, shirts kissed by mynahs,
Teacups collecting rain by the windowsill.
In the corner, the mame bonsai turning blue.
Stalled elevators, bannisters tinged with rust,
Only dead ends, and we circle back to the past–
Only dead ends, and we circle back to the past.
Stalled elevators, bannisters tinged with rust,
In the corner, the mame bonsai turning blue.
Teacups collecting rain by the windowsill.
By the evening sun, shirts kissed by mynahs,
Moth-eaten photos of us, the books scented
Home. The walls dotted with your drawings,
Crushed banyan fruit bruising the tarmac.
Took care not to trip over rotting mimosa,
Ate fish ball noodles near mayflower
Entrails. Followed ants into spalling malls,
Past pigeons pecking at the moon-lit snail.
You held a capybara pillow, I a teddy bear
The day we ran away from our broken nest.