To LARDO and Lola

there’s a sort of
divergent sprinkled
here, there— everywhere
you set foot on melts,
or waxes, depending on
your mood. from you,
I have learned
from afar to follow,
to air, to keep your peace
and share your piece

to fly solo without
a wingman is to
be open to destruction.
I have crashed too many
times, I’ve evolved
into flying wreckage,
dropping body parts
everywhere I fly over.
you must find me soon
star, rose, champ, fat.

Younglan Talyoung