10th Anniversary
by Anna Yin

I have searched for months
for a pink dress, my favorite.
It is someplace where
I have saved it for a future date.
But since then, it is not in any suitcase
or closet, disappeared like the melting snow.

This season, so much to say.
I haven’t said anything,
pretending I could wait
for that warm day or night.
This is a box of icy plums.
You know how they taste.


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