SAGITTA

Bach in the subways is back, back towards the seething, 
silt-filled streets, endless retreats, muttering of murmurations of seagulls
soaring over sudsy streams, I had no recollection of the past

as some sort of golden moment, but I remember drowsily watching pink 
sky-rays lighting the way to Oakland, light-train views, obscured by jostling backpacks and
fog. I sat waiting at MacArthur for hours, nodding away in rain-lashed
vehicles, we move towards the light, but by the time we reach 12th, 16th 

street destinations it is gone. A man raps for us sometimes, screaming to cancel
out situated headphones, and I look outside. Sunshine spills over the cranes like

the pearls of light lolling in sidewalk gutters, like middle schoolers toting violins
in tight-fisted hands, like the paint on the stairwell, like the rides we take over
and over again. 

Yuna Kang is a queer, Korean-American writer based in Northern California. She has been published in journals such as Strange Horizons, Sinister Wisdom, and many more. They were also nominated for the 2022 Dwarf Stars Award. Their website link is: https://kangyunak.wixsite.com/website