Lacuna By Bessie Huang


This downpour
is an elegy

against bare feet
against river-creeks,

against lips against flower

petals against lips,
against skin, against my

eyes searching
yours. The music

is never loud

The sonata ends a note
too early. Darling—

it is eight past twelve
and your light is still on.

I am writing
this elegy

to take my mind off you.
But even I forget


By Bessie Huang


Bessie Huang is seventeen years old, hails from Maryland, sits exclusively in lotus pose, and prefers to go by Ivy, at least for now.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s