[Winter Break] At the California Institute of Technology

James Bowden

Life is incomprehensibly beautiful. Leaves color and fall far after autumn. My bike breaks, but I find a new one in the legs you have given me. I miss your eyes, but I find a look you gave me trapped on the inside of my eyelid. I slurp soup loudly to ward off evil spirits. Does it work?–you tell me. The air is crisp and cold with both longing and belonging–I pump you through my capillaries and back. My fingers sting anyway. I am a cloud–I rain.