True Colours
[ Émilie Galindo ]

Plotting Tan lines & Pit Stains 
The cellophane sun
— clingy & early — creeps up
plotting its spanks tight—and spam
nagging—hold on you. 

At Eyelash Length: The Iris Spice of a Bare-eyed Gaze 
Once in a while / you run into someone whose bare-eyed gaze catches you off guard
/ holding you with iris-sparkling palms / You can’t latch on to that little mirror image /
there’s no glass for your ego to reflect on / to eclipse the other with / none of that /
You feel the textured & tactile closeness of eye-contact. 

True Colours: Mood Ring Upgrade
I think of it as
sunburn from the deflecting
glare of their gaze / red 
pen markings breaking
in / or out / from my temple
-tucked margins / embarrassment 

Growing up, Émilie felt that subtext & symbols loomed over her childhood. As she watched her family trip over their own patterns, she couldn’t help but become wary of what she loved most: storytelling (and its pretty patterns). That’s why her writing aims to question the myriads of surrealistic motifs, motives & mementos stowed away in our anecdotes or homespun narratives. Also, her debut novella Acid Taste: Excavating the Homesick's Blues is out thanks to the wonderful support of Querencia press.