We sat together during recess
Purple nails laughing on the piste
of your knee, a lifespan of wild whale laughters
Friends in uniforms as twins
Big-tooth, dumb-love
Distance makes us crave milk our bones no longer need
We are old now
Not in rocking chairs
We wrote with fingers in the fog
Signed imaginary names on a willow
We weren’t kids, simply spirited
As time passed our hugs retired
It hurts when we’re just an Image
Can you help me find what fell?
It’s too abstract to search for something Cubist
We are people we don’t know
Conversations are hard to knit
Without alphabets
Stranger, can you thread the skeletal?
I saved our fossils in Matryoshka dolls
To remember our childhood
And not to be surprised the next time we grow
Dahlia Baeshen
Explores topics that are sometimes controversial, be they social issues, gender inequality, or diving deep into the psychological realm. At the same time, she weaves together surreal and magical elements. She is very passionate, not only in her writing, but also in experiencing life. She studied Communications and Film Theory at the American University in Paris and continued with an MFA in Creative Writing from California College of the Arts in San Francisco. She is interested in human development, culture and the arts.
