that there are still walls to stand beside where I look yellow though only the kind that could’ve gotten me
a jaundice diagnosis/ I will love the new colors staining the paint aisle / will love the lot with the
hardware store empty eighty years ago / my absence eighty years ago too / will love the world I wouldn’t
have come alive in will love my mother visiting an apartment she knows is empty will love when she sits
in Ah-Gong’s seat to send emails / I will live in a world with the space for all the people I don’t let in the
house / I will sign the papers with the name I was born with / will not clutch my stomach in hospital
bathroom stalls will love you writing in a woman emerging with gold paint all over her hands in the next
one over / will love the yellow for joy / will love her voice like wind chimes / will love moving with my
baby hands my eyes thin you next to me in the light
Noralee Zwick is a student and poet based in the Bay Area, California. A California Arts Scholar and Iowa Young Writers Studio alum, their work can be found in orangepeel mag, Blue Marble Review, and Polyphony Lit, among others.
