“we died before the wind swept us ashore” by Michael Koh

the light goes out
I am 22
sitting in the darkness
life is flaccid
my love takes my hand
guides it to her chest
the radio is on
no song plays
instead dylan thomas is on the radio
‘wind in me leaped, the hellborn dew;
my veins flowered with the eastern weather;
ungotten I knew night and day’
piano interlude breaks his words
and there is no breeze in the queen city
I am 22 and my brother texts me:
‘you are a changeling’
all I can do is smile in the dark
my face lit by the vibrant light of my phone

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