Eric Sun '23

each syllable strung stomach-up to

float. i graze their asymptote—sky-kissed

& supersaturated within gradients of

purple-white. where i’m from, white

colors death. so i stir-up bone silt & realize

it’s cataracted of mollusks. pity. this brine

reeks sterile surgery & iv drip anyways. then

i imagine—a warmer kind of syntax, something

still alive. i look up through the cenote

spotlight where canopies green over

limestone rims. a silence transcribes through

serpent-glyph & aztec ruin. i glide like a pyramid

reflected across each dimension of a feline

iris. layer by layer, pickling in ocean jars.