after Tyehimba Jess
Roy Zhu
the season clear and bright
i stir to the scent of this air like incense tendrils drifting over
april opens forsythia petals circling above my head
cold rain bares our bones but reminds me of love reborn
family ghosts wait at every gate passing more as rainwater and less as tears.
every first loss and second spring
Roy Zhu is a sophomore English and Environmental Science major who grew up in Greater Boston! His favorite poet at the moment is Rumi and lately he has been listening to Victoria Monét, Rico Nasty, and Kali Uchis.
