Letter To Identity - By Natalia Roman

I swing dance my name under the floundering of my tongue

as the salmon pink turns a stumbling blue.

I choke up an amalgamation scrambled version enabling my identity.

poking upon each peppered paragraph

sorting a name of unfamiliarity.

dipping the creased corner under my thumb

like the atlas that bruises beneath the sky.

I watch the folding rips of shattered origami,

rid what letters ingrained my label.

An enable roars the jumbling sounds

that hangs over my mouth like clouds

as the words rekindle the letters

that become a stranger I burrow in stagnation.

Unbecoming of willow lines indenting cheeks of those who speak,

beholds those who siege the missing vowel crawled in their teeth.

Each cluttering word fills the paintbrush skies,

inhaling the drift of coast beyond the east.

To lose what identity once scrambled in tongues of salmon peach.

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Cover page by Yifei Wang