I am reclaiming my vanity.
I have given so much, now I want to take.
I deserve to take.
This is about warmth, this is about
Being able to keep myself warm.
I set fire to old ruins and I make summer for myself.
See how it mirrors the dawn, in its roses and greens and golds.
Ugliness has no place here. Cold has no place here.
I was always beautiful, always invincible, until someone told me I wasn’t.
Today I unwrite it, I unwrite it, I set fire to all that has hurt me.
I am the one who drank the sorrows, but I am also the one
Who threw away the cup, the one who laughed open a season.
Summer is coming and I am ready.
I’m ready to wear sunglasses and ignore everyone.
I’m ready to be a mermaid on the sunniest street.
I’m ready to be the sweetest sword, the coolest song.
The horizon is my jump rope, the moon sugar for my coffee.
I heal. I render myself necessary.
I return to this body. I return to love.
Hayun is a rising senior at Yale studying literature. Her work has been published in The Margins and The Kenyon Review. She calls both Seoul and Chicago home. Photo credit: Mehyun Song
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