14 hour flight
It was the way the ladyat the airport said foreigner, that reminded me of mybroken tongue.
Reminded me of the times when I was able to weave red syllables together. But now, my
fingers tremble whenI fold spring rolls with my mother. Now, Mama, what does this say
imprisons me. Now, my hands grasp onto the ghosts of my broken lips, reaching for something
that was lost a long time ago.
Jenny Liu is a student and poet from New York. She has been previously recognized by the National Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, and her poetry is forthcoming in The Watershed Review. Outside of writing, Jenny enjoys listening to music, graphic designing, and participating in her school's Science Research program.