by Jessica Chang

This morning, I went to sleep under a purple sky and woke up yellow. I fell in love with the stars, fell in love with the way their cold light chilled my skin but burned on the way down, fell in love with their delicate golden hands, fell in love with the fizzling sound they made when they flamed out. I fell in love with the stars this summer, and I woke up to a new cavity in my heart, muscles smooth like sanded wood, pumping hot blood around the empty space.