‘Bra’ by Angela Qian

‘Bra’ by Angela Qian

Something I didn’t expect when we were both children,
When holding hands meant nothing more than trust
And a body was nothing more than how we got
from one place to another:

That pushing a kiss into the nook of your ear, and
Exhaling softly with your head in my arms–
Pulling my fingers through your hair–

This all would come and go easy
And leave traces of you across my belly,
Leave traces of you across my shoulder blades.

Angela Qian | ’20

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