elementia
Marked
By Emma Olinger“People just choose to be pink, everyone is born blue.” “People with pink marks are going straight to hell.”
“There are places to go to get your pink mark made blue again, so why not go?” “These millennials with their pink marks.”
“Blue marks are the superior marks.” “Hello.”
The Mark of Love
By Kaylie MacLaughlinAria pointed at the little flower on her ankle with a short, chubby finger and asked her mother in her unpracticed, fragmented English about what it was. “Pretty,” she said, her ‘r’ little too rounded and her voice broken up by her childish laughter.
My Diaspora Poem (Remix), or All I Know is This
By Aroog KhaliqI hate diaspora poetry
as much as the next
fed-up immigrant
All that bullshit
about “lives stained
with honey and turmeric”
and “the colonizer
cutting my tongue with
aluminum shears”
is utterly boring
Towelhead
By Aroog KhaliqThe night before my first day of sixth grade, I studied the piece of fabric laid out on my bed with uncharacteristic placidity. It was no work of art; plain cotton fabric, dyed black, with a single strip of black lace for adornment.