an open cry for yearning

Jonah Wu

Do it like this — not like that. Yes, yes,
all things converging, a palm-hearted
sunburst, a knee there, a soft pate here.
I remember at school, how you always climbed
the trees alone. Scrapes, bruises. Twigs that
kissed you all too readily. For years, a cipher
until we could speak in tongues. Becoming and
unbecoming, a weave bound so tight
I can’t put my mouth around it. You can’t
unmake me. You are so far in
we can’t go back.

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Jonah Wu is a queer, non-binary Chinese American writer and filmmaker currently residing in Los Angeles, CA. Their writing has been published or is forthcoming in Jellyfish Review, Sinister Wisdom, Bright Wall/Dark Room, and Cha: An Asian Literary Journal, and they currently publish their thoughts on cinema in the newsletter RABBLEROUSE. You can follow them on Twitter or Instagram @rabblerouses.

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