Kyoko Leaman
IHOP french toast
on stealing back empty hours
Gray hush of the predawn morning. Blue gravel cracks under my heels. We are lit up by the twinkle of my light-up sneakers, blue-pink-orange LEDs bursting with every footfall. My mom lifts me into my cushioned booster seat, but I buckle the seatbelt myself. She gets in the driver’s side, my father in the passenger […]
turn the page together
renewal, rina sawayama, and the new year
Down the subway, you looked my way With your girl gaze, with your girl gaze I was 17 when I heard the song “Cherry” for the first time. The high school cafeteria was deafening and washed-out and terrible, but I wasn’t listening. A playlist called “wlw pop” rolled through my cheap earbuds, the volume […]