Clarice Lima is a bilingual writer and literature undergraduate from Brazil. With a lifelong love for stories and all things warm, they mostly want to be kind. Her words can be found published or forthcoming in The Augment Review, celestite poetry, antinarrative zine and more that you can find at claricelima.carrd.co.
we will cross a tunnel solely dreamed of pink and blue under a yellow moon
we will find a world devoid of fright when we see people flying we will know that is
the right side so we will (at last) be graceful & in love
as our mothers prayed us to be (someday) we will learn to embrace the space given
we will run fast light without the weight of the world behind
we will swim not to drown we will laugh not in shut mouths
we will never grow enough to leave thrown out
we will avow our first names until we forget the time we were others in disguise
i will be a boy and i will be a girl
you will be my love withal
we will not be sure if there is more to this world than our hearts
we will cry for all the hurt that carved us scars
then we will sleep side by side wait for a new sun to rise
we will know that we have countless number of days stored
we will live them we will love them we will live them
i will love you like i (always) wanted to