Hot Pot Magazine

By Audrey Wang

some things
are circular:
the run
of time, the
coffee-laden coaster muddying
its footprints across
my nightstand, the
dinner table
lathered in a honey texture; grains
of rice and the
scent of human vacancy. a spark
echoes through empty corridors of
bronze skin, a
rush of something white and promising lines
cratered walls of plasma; stuffs its
face with marrow and bone, pushes
forth the pedals of a
palpitating heartbeat. perhaps i
am only half of a person and
perhaps the other is
still breathing, after
all

Audrey Wang is a young writer and artist from central Oklahoma. She has been writing since early childhood, but only began to take up poetry in the past year. In her free time, she enjoys baking, tending to animals, and reading.