We sat snug by the table with the hovering leg, Placed a hand to milky carbon copies, Grasping each other’s breath with curved, inky incisions, We glided. Across the blank terrain, in the flat fibers, We constructed our palatial story. A story of kings and queens adorned in robes, Gold awnings and crystal chandeliers, Marble for tables and king crabs for snack.
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T y p E w R i t e r
Charles e l l be sI a
I sat with you in our palace until i lifted my hands. The stucco was smeared, The table wobbly, Electricity off, And beans cold. I loved our embrace. We bled. We loved. And we sat.
6 TUFTS OBSERVER NOVEMBER 22, 2021
DESIGN BY CARINA LO, PHOTO BY ISABELLE CHARLES
