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Murano

We talked about heads turning into tails, / and my mother’s silverware jumping out of / their drawer and marrying her jewelry.
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Hello again,
though you are no longer living in
my small room with
the blue kitchenette,
or singing on the balcony
with the speckled, moth-eaten ferns.

I couldn’t help being unamused.
Pulling a face.
Sticking my tongue out
to the cold river, to you.

We talked about heads turning into tails,
and my mother’s silverware jumping out of
their drawer and marrying her jewelry.
I remember, I sing,
I wind a hook as you wade through
the waves,
but are always swept away by
the passing of a foreign boat.

Because of that,
because we fought on the staircase,
looted for candy and green marbles,
because you and I were only you and I,
you will always live on Murano,
cocooned in orange glass.

Oishika is a young writer from New Jersey. She had been writing poetry since the fourth grade, and is now a sophomore in college. She has been inspired by female poets such as Louise Glück, Mary Oliver, and Sylvia Plath, and through various different films and singer-songwriters.

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