issue one / serendipity
Lilacs, by name
Luke Carmichael Valmadrid
The garden we used to pass on the way
is the garden that stops me, is the garden
that reminded us of wanting fruits
over ornaments. I look up where we used to look down, at
bloomed, fragmented, white flowers, lilacs by name,
yearning, like broken glass, like just-wiped eyes
trying not to overflow at the mirages
conjured by the whispers of ghosts,
mischievous earthbound do-gooders sticking around
to share little bits of a bad person
with you.
is the garden that stops me, is the garden
that reminded us of wanting fruits
over ornaments. I look up where we used to look down, at
bloomed, fragmented, white flowers, lilacs by name,
yearning, like broken glass, like just-wiped eyes
trying not to overflow at the mirages
conjured by the whispers of ghosts,
mischievous earthbound do-gooders sticking around
to share little bits of a bad person
with you.
Luke enjoys cooking tofu, qualitative research, IU's prolific body of work, and playing video games with faraway friends. Is also an M1 at UCSD. Hopes to make some music soon. One time.