Yimi Lu writes about people who don’t say what they mean, in the cadence of Chinese accent. Born in Shanghai, she now pretends to settle in Northern California. She builds code by day and disassembles herself by night to see what remains. Find her at https://www.yimiwriting.com/
In spring,
cut a corner
off my heart,
bury it
in the soil.
Let it grow
into a few flowers.
One of them
will look like you.
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