
Leaving,
living, holding,
keeping. The words
they stream from
my lips but their
meaning is loss
in the confusion,
miscommunication
in translation
there is no perfection.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs

Leaving,
living, holding,
keeping. The words
they stream from
my lips but their
meaning is loss
in the confusion,
miscommunication
in translation
there is no perfection.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina