This land has forgotten us. We
reveal ourselves in chipped tooth,
in yellowed counter, in fracture
& fever. This land has buried our
bodies in its soil, but it remembers
the taste of our blood, rains down
acid to dissolve our bones. The air
takes to our lungs like beryllium
to the tongue. This is not our home.
This is siren singing her song & this
is how we lose ourselves. The land
still remembers the howling of
our voices, thinks of us on windy
days. There is psalm hidden in
sudden tempest & we have never
Elane Kim is a teenager who loves poetry, chemistry, and just about every kind of bread. She is very passionate about environmental issues, and her writing has been recognized by the Alliance for Young Artists & Writers. She is very happy to meet you!