wake up

every now and then, i am lying in bed

and want to wake up so badly i could

scream for it. surely this is not all there is.

surely this is only a dream, a bad dream,

and the world is kinder beyond it.

every now and then, i pretend

i am twelve years old again

and waking up in my father's arms

as he carries me from the car. look;

the kitchen smells like sunlight and

bread. look; my mother is kissing me

on the head, both of us pretending

i am still asleep. look;

i can hear my brother laughing,

laughing,

laughing,

all the way from the next room.

yejunee

FL

17 years old

Poetry

By yejunee

grow up, child

i wonder if this is the best version
of myself. what could have been
and what never will be. the things
meant to be and the things that
are. was it worth it?
i ask the girl in the mirror.

Read More
Poetry

By yejunee

someday

someday it'll be too
late. someday you'll wish
you had hugged them tighter.
you thought you would see them
again. you thought
endings didn't happen this way,
no warning, no reason, just

Read More
Poetry

By yejunee

Instructions on Growing Up

If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist
your fingers will touch. How
do you come to terms with that? How
do you learn that your father's shoulders
can no longer bear your weight, can barely

Read More