At the same time
- At the same time
we leave our names in handsalways letting go on purposeNever answer So they fall alittle short and huddle closer
together Long for someoneto take them home Or evenjust the thought of someonetill the moon forgets its own
and all that is left is this misttrailing twine below our eyesAnd before we can see againthey dry Husks withering in
autumn color Too lonely todemand another Instead wemine the echoes unearth thedirtied leftovers Embers all
fearing rebirth And soon intimes when we stop paintingthese names on shy eyes slipour hands with nickel secrets
glued on fingertips Jerk ourwords out of closing pocketsHome of an eraser languagespoken new as we fade away. [End Page 34]
David Xiang currently studies at Harvard College in Cambridge, Massachusetts. In 2015, he was selected as a National Student Poet, America's highest honor for youth poets. At Harvard, he has taken classes with Josh Bell and currently studies with Jorie Graham, and is on the poetry board at the Harvard Advocate.
