Hello, From The Men of the Indianola
August hailstorm — something reckless.
Every pilot, a brittle moon
snapping to attention. Now, we unleash
our grief, as if it were a dog. From here,
we cannot witness our arson
can only see a thick film of clouds.
Nothing lives at this altitude.
From here, dying resembles sand
in shallow water —
looks like natural phenomena.
What happens below is nothing
more than an afterthought.
We only did what was necessary
By Stephanie Cui
Stephanie Cui is a 16-year-old from Rochester, NY (not the city!) She enjoys photography and plans on studying graphic design in the near future. She has also worked as a stage manager!