In the dip of my suspension bridge heart
lies a letter to my next incarnation.
It contains secrets once held in my cavities now
paused, hanging in the negative space,
lodged between beginnings like foodstuff
in one’s teeth. As non-memories
become, only earthly things matter now.
First words, chopsticks, rosaries, goosebumps—
life’s details encrypted into non-consciousness
and awaiting translation. We seek divinity,
not knowing it’s here in our lungs
and dirty laundry; we need only unravel
our harrowed orbits and lay flat to dry.
Written By: Aiya Madarang
About the Author: Aiya is a creative writing student at CCSF and a member of the SF art collective Syzygy. She holds a bachelor’s in linguistics from UC Santa Cruz. She is a lover of words, the layers beneath them, and the spaces between them.
Visual Art By: Kerim Harmanci
About the Artist: Kerim Harmanci – raised in PA and NY – is a San Francisco photographer and student at City College, currently taking darkroom and lighting classes as well as peer mentoring and doing aerial drone photography on his days off.