you can have the zadie smith
yes, even the essays
i’ll take kehinde wiley if you don’t mind but if you do
i’ll throw in the redwoods or even september how is giverny
for noguchi? couldn’t watch the light sheen without seeing
satin you and i’d love your dad’s biryani recipe
though i know it’s
not in the cards will miss it
and the deaf dog will you promise

never to breach astoria squirming cloak jaywalking
alone?
kensington was
more than enough your hands
the first thing i clocked when the tube pulled in
your hands that gone like a magic trick my hands that arrived at my door
no postage no nothing
my hands that weren’t mine
now sifting the little loud sandgrains
from my delicious gazpacho
from the tomatoes we nursed in an open plot i

changed my mind. give me the trees back. the
forest and fungus and fire. the undergrowth
the poems. the moss the peat and the tallest pine you can find
and for my next trick i’ll climb out of you and into something true
now that’ll really be magic

Bryan Ge (he/him) is a senior at Columbia College from Singapore. He is eating. You can find him on Instagram @brie.gouda.