welcome home, starling

you are safe now



while other children

wake up to jam

spreading on toast


I lie tangled in seat belts

with Mother next to me

cursing in her sleep


hearing young girls

trading sandwiches

on the way to school


I chew Mother's

sweat-coated hair

between black molars


I pull off the blanket

of charred, bent spoons

from my sticky face


to pump dank air

into my stomach

like a balloon


that doesn't float


Tien Taylor is an Asian-American watercolorist and writer. She majored in Arts: Creative Writing from University of Washington, Tacoma. Her work has appeared in Two Words ForHummingbird Press, EastlitPoplorishTahoma West and others. Follow her at www.Twitter.com/TienWrites


Moving Lines

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