Bones of Our Face: Poetry by Jaya Loharuka



Just cold, sharp, callous, hollow things,

But you animate them

    (not unlike the way you stir me)

Into a smile,

A curve so gentle,

Each layer of brilliant white fits


Like us?

    (I’m a cold, sharp, callous, hollow)


Jaya Loharuka is an English major at UCLA.


Image: Renee Leigh Stephenson


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