Dorothy Ko | Art by Chelsea Li
blues of sky melt and swim,
distorting and seeping through my bones.
a monotone monday locks me in my thoughts,
grays washing over my surface.
summer greens, not nearly green enough
and hazy air blurring the lines of a colorless colored world.
my thoughts made of clouds
and gut with rock,
the heavy airiness of the world on my chest.
sun soaks through the orange of the leaves,
the leaves dried with autumn warmth
soaks through my body,
my body made of liquid
soaks through my being,
my being made with mud;
the lines of the world wash into
indistinguishable golds and blonds
with monarchs riding winds and koi fish in ponds.
life soaks through the cracks of my hands,
leaving orange of the leaves melting and swimming,
morphing and flowing into my being.
