Callia Liang is a rising senior in high school. Her work has been acknowledged by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards. She is based in New York City.
Midas
Boy puts his hand on my chest
& is startled when he feels a pulse.
Boy takes the world
& throws arms over my breasts like blankets.
Underneath boy, who has the touch
that turns trash into gold,
all my soft parts harden
& become precious again.
It was different in my head:
more circular and atavistic,
bringing the sort of magic that steadies you.
Instead, sleep tonight is removed
& I listen to boy breathe as I think about
how I can’t seem to fit
the robes he slips comfortably on:
him, the maker.
Me, a dream.
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