ài yɑ, I gaspedin a foreign languagehe laughed, taking off my sockstoes without nail polish, he kissed the sweat beads on my back without a photographera woman in white dress a man in linen suitheld the turquoise riverand their breathfit bodies running shirtlessunder the sun poured molten goldmade me stare, ài yɑhe left before we wrinkle————————————–Elena Wu called us from Chicago, IL.voicemailpoems.org/submit/facebook.com/voicemailpoemsx.com/voicemailpoemsbsky.app/profile/voicemailpoems.bsky.socialinstagram.com/voicemailpoems