Can I see you in Spring?
underneath the heavy
blue sky like damp water
pressed onto a canvas,
the brush cracks a yoked
sunset, melting scenic hills,
grassy leaves, and
brown earth tones with
muted pastels around
my eyes.
yellow eyeliner floats
around the white clouds
above the gazes of many eyes
belonging to lovers, to
children, to parents, to you,
and I,
and I.
almost color my throat
black with a gray cliché,
blue sky like damp water
pressed onto a canvas,
the brush cracks a yoked
sunset, melting scenic hills,
grassy leaves, and
brown earth tones with
muted pastels around
my eyes.
yellow eyeliner floats
around the white clouds
above the gazes of many eyes
belonging to lovers, to
children, to parents, to you,
and I,
and I.
almost color my throat
black with a gray cliché,
"the sky looks
like a panting" |
is not how i want to
describe spring when spring is its own shade of color. |
like the wistful
cherry blossoms, have it be
as warm as the
first time we held hands
at the sunflower field
inside the moonlit room where
we said hello and waved goodbye
to an old portrait of us.
scrub,
scrub,
scrubbing,
away my imagination of you
with a pink beauty blender,
the bruised blemishes of last winter and the
previous presences of march,
april, and may, split apart
from the imagined reality and
the reality we live in.
they paint into a faraway
fever dream like the one that
i had been promised to experience love
like no other since last spring.
cherry blossoms, have it be
as warm as the
first time we held hands
at the sunflower field
inside the moonlit room where
we said hello and waved goodbye
to an old portrait of us.
scrub,
scrub,
scrubbing,
away my imagination of you
with a pink beauty blender,
the bruised blemishes of last winter and the
previous presences of march,
april, and may, split apart
from the imagined reality and
the reality we live in.
they paint into a faraway
fever dream like the one that
i had been promised to experience love
like no other since last spring.
About the Author
Krista Orejudos is 20 years old and is a rising senior at the University of Washington; she is currently studying English: Creative Writing with a minor in Diversity. Her works encompass many themes of intersectionality of her Filipino American life and she tries to include nuances of Asian American experiences for her readers to relate to or for them to experience from a new perspective. You can find her poems at the University of Washington's Asian American organization, Homeroom, and she hopes to continue writing for herself as well as have a career in publishing to help uplift the voices of BIPOC communities. You can follow her instagram accounts @krista_orejudos and @kristascuriosity.