Stephanie Lu | Art by Irene Han
Take me somewhere nice, where the vistas are echoing
and the clouds boil away the day, soaking our bones
in shadow. Where the nights are clear and the moon is fresh milk
against the dark tablecloth of the sky. Take me there and tell me
that this is how we’ll stay: our bodies like melting butter,
impregnated with light. Tell me
we’ll never get used to it.