in a silent house, wakefulness
is our cloak of invisibility
so we listen to the gossamer touch
of our feet on the linoleum floor
echo like a shared secret
and we step out into the lavender
haze of 2 AM.
i once wanted to tell the future
but every prophecy only whispers:
yes, it will hurt
i can already see this moment
through future nostalgia
wrapped in the summer sky
i know even this is apocalyptic
but you, with your chameleon skin
i can’t tell where the stars end
and we begin.
Cecil Choi
Cecil Choi is a writer, artist, musician, and game developer from California. As a queer, trans, and disabled person of color, they enjoy exploring the intersections of their identities in their work. They are currently studying game design and electronic music at UCSC. This is their first publication. Please visit their website http://ceec.space for more info and links!
