ochre spread on coal skin
chalky hands holding brown limbs
vermillions of droplets have left the body
the grey must be dressed in milky drapes
their soft chambers of soil prepared beneath
our hands washed and cleaned and clasped for
a warmer harvest and a cooler morning but
Forget not that hues still seep
that eve’s palette is what we reap
and that their stains are all we keep
Shahryar Hasnani is a sophomore majoring in Economics and minoring in Creative Writing. He was born in Philadelphia and has lived in Dallas, Houston, Karachi, Dubai, and Austin—if you ask him where he’s from he’ll give you a different answer each time.
