Poems for Jiayi
My dear Jiayi, I love you so much. So, so much. In ways I could never describe. Here I tried! Tea for Travelers of Catan Today we learned Rivals of Catan at our go-to caf é, Fields and roads closing space between us Like acrylic paints at fifteen. Between us like Hot air rushing our bikes, abandoned orange crates, Stone fruits we pitted, palms nicked, and spit Sun-high into summer grass. Our earliest memories. Do you ever wonder if those trees grew? We just keep building. Abbey. Trade ship. I trade you sips of peach matcha for coffee milk tea, Remembering sweet orange Tazo at your table. Every day, I wrote, was my happiest. And still is. And when between us becomes one thousand miles, Hold close this: my hometown is you. Each building is you, and my car named Friday, And each familiar road we've flown becomes us. You are kittens in July, blackout tag last October , The February nights we howled at moon and stars. You are April loafing against the wildflowers, Hol...
