- Yellow, and: July 4th
Yellow
Lynchburg, Virginia
This questionLike malted butterOil's golden poolThe yolk of Thomas's roseLooking down the road for strangersWould you recognize meCurbside and fragrantLike the black bloom of cast ironOn stove
July 4th
Someone my father's cousin knewdied. And we all listen
on white sand to the white wavespiling on to shore.
Spilled rice grains, purple and funereal,watch with us—the lakethe sunthe diving board children
and me, wearing my mother's face. [End Page 55]
Yasmine Anderson is a graduate student in the University of Pittsburgh's rhetoric and composition Ph.D. program. Her work has been published in Mizna: Prose, Poetry, and Art Exploring Arab America, as well as Barzakh.