sitting in that sacred paint room,
our backs against the door,
did i say it?
the memory blurs more
each time i remember.
but who said what doesn’t matter.
not when he said everything for me.
my thoughts were a dead language
that he spoke perfectly.
every translation was exact.
it was insufferable, the accuracy.
he would just know.
it terrified me at the time,
seeing how easily he understood
the complexities of me.
like he was breathing,
like it was all he’s ever known.
he turned my jackson pollock mind
into a vivid van gogh.
and he didn’t turn away
from the erratic splatters and scribbles.
he didn’t flinch at my coarse hands
brushing against his own.
palms pressed together,
our calluses seemed to align
like some lost constellation.
for that brief time,
the universe smiled on us.
our souls became intertwined.
and if fate brought us together then,
i hope she will do it again.
Claire Huya
Claire Huya (she/they) is a twenty-year-old Texan pursuing her Bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing and English Literature at York St. John University. When she can pull herself away from her countless stacks of books, Claire continues writing her fantasy novel while also dabbling in poetry and memoir writing.
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