Award Winners
2021 Student Poetry Award
Dana Bahng
Finalist
Anne Kwok
to be enough
i like the idea
of being concept
conception. glory
aubade: the parting
of two lips.
when i say i want
out, i mean that i
want to learn
how to move like fishbones
across your tongue
sunset on the
closet doors, light
upon yew. upon your
shoulder-blades
moldable in my
hands.
i think i understand
what’s missing
it’s caught between
bars of light:
gaps between
world and windowsill.
the gold trimmings fall,
sunflakes to the floor
lapis and sandalwood
and the shape
of time. the
sound of flesh:
palm on cheek. what does
love look like to you?
the sound of porcelain
shattering, white noise
into nothing.
some things, i realize,
are phenomenal
and inconsequential.
say petals, dewdrops
and the tension
they share
“weight of beauty,”
you call it
say auroras
and snowfall,
the wind whispering ice
like folklore in
your ears.
“sometimes,” i remind
myself, “you don’t have
to be useful to be loved”
but i still wanted you
to hold me
like i was dangerous,
one of the wild things
to tell me
i had
gravity,
learn me like you’d
face consequences.
i wanted you to explain:
what you meant in saying
i tasted like mirrors.
all opaline, echoes
and strawberries
i was asking you to
see me, then
reach through the
shards anyway
to prove you weren’t afraid,
with your flesh and blood
lotus buds and iodine.
i grasped the window-frame,
words shattering like ritual
like scripture.
in the end, tears mixed with
blood. the ratio
was enough—
pretty pink, like
watercolors
& the sunset.
i’d rather be concept
than conclusion,
product.
i’d rather
be, and
nothing more.
gentle glow
and the softness
of this world.
oh,
to be chrysalis,
to be daybreak
to be soft and
whole once again.
to find closure
in remedies and rain
to stand under the
sun and be known
in this lonely survival—
perhaps not perfect,
but openhearted. not
mirror, but melody:
freedom through
rainfall, exodus
when my name speaks me
i will speak in stars, huddled
under candlelight
and empty sky
giving you all of me in these hands
sometimes, we be
and it is enough.
Selected by Eloisa Amezcua
"i'd rather / be, and / nothing more." the clarity with which this young poet sees the world, and themselves in it, is equal parts tender and sharp. This poem begins in abstraction, "i like the idea / of being concept / conception." and moves through the complexities of desire—not only in wanting to understand the other, but to be understood, wholly. "what does / love look like to you?" the speaker asks, and we too as readers must consider the question. The speaker comes to the realization that some things, perhaps love, can be both, "phenomenal / and inconsequential." When I say this shook me, I mean that as the reader, I felt seen. I felt understood. And that to me is the mark of an incredible poem. For a stranger's words to awaken in us a part of ourselves. It was the final couplet of the poem that struck the most, however. "sometimes, we be / and it is enough." What I want, what the speaker wants, perhaps what we all want, is to be seen fully, to be seen as whole. And for that to be enough.
About Dana Bahng
Dana is a high school junior from New Jersey. Her work has been recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards and is published in The Apprentice Writer, Remington Review, and more. She works as managing editor of Sandpiper and publishing director of The Catalyst. Outside of writing, she plays piano and enjoys drawing, stargazing, and propagating succulents.
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