The Sign (Maddie Kim)

At the beginning of the road was a sign marking the end of it.

We sat down beside the post, our feet sinking through piles of leaves.

Off in the distance I could make out a basketball court at the top of a hill.

There was a turned-off boombox and a group of boys playing pickup.

They were talking about how much they hated each other, though their voices were full of love. 

Isn’t it funny, I asked, how you can hear the love in their voices?

Whose voices? you responded.

Then you said I was being cryptic again and started to cry.

Because it was summer, I woke up beside you believing the day would be perfect—

beginning with a ripe avocado and ending with the low hum of foreign music.

The sky streaked a flimsy orange; I turned to you with a look that was unnameable.

You held out your arm between us, but there were no animals who could bring over their noses.


Maddie Kim is a PhD student in English at UC Berkeley. Her work appears or is forthcoming in They Rise Like a Wave: An Anthology of Asian American Women Poets, Evergreen Review, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, The Journal, and elsewhere.


image: Amanda Rabaduex is a poet and writer based out of Knoxville, TN. When she has writer’s block, she plays with watercolors and a Canon EOS 90D. Find her on Twitter @ARabaduex or on her website