By Celeste Bloom
for me under the pine tree where we drank from juice boxes flavored with hopscotch and four square wait for me under the pine tree our home base whose secret password is older than the rhythm of branches swaying in the wind wait for me under the pine tree where our laughter cartwheeled across the playground we listened to it echo pressing our ears to the bark softly grinning faces side by side won’t you wait for me? wild woodchip girl your backwards cap and dark hair made from snips and snails and puppy dogs’ tails wait for the moments where the rough and tumble boughs of your arms steadied me as we balanced along the roots wait for me under the pine tree with sticky popsicle hands and dare to taste the sweet sap of a first kiss.
Celeste Bloom (she/they) is an English major with a creative writing concentration and a sociology minor at Bryn Mawr College. Celeste aspires to bring more visibility to Asian American, queer, and transracial adoptee experiences in English literature. Their works have been featured in the Bryn Mawr Nimbus, the Haverford Coterie, and the China Children’s International Blog. She is an editor for the feminist literary magazine A Good Little Girls Zine (https://agoodlittlegirlszine.com/). Celeste likes to play badminton and cook with friends. Find her on insta @celeste_lian_bloom
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