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Reflection by Keana Labra

Keana Labra | Dec 11th, 2018 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

I constantly have to write my name
on my things, as though it
being in my possession is not enough.

I run my fingers over the silhouette
of you, but my eyes
emerge and it’s a new day.

Forgive my wandering mind,
as it revisits darkened corners,
piled with skeletons I’ve yet to remove.

Poet Bio

Keana Labra was born and raised in the Bay Area, California. Her work may be found in the January and February 2018 issues of the now defunct The Aoi Kuma Journal. She is currently penning articles, book reviews, and artist interviews for the online publication, Chopsticks Alley. She is also a regular contributor to the Royal Rose Magazine and Rose Quartz Magazine. Knowing the importance of representation, she would like her work to be evidence that Filipino Americans are also present in the literary and art world.

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