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  You could have a big dipper   

Salt leaves by Soheon Rhee

There are snakes everywhere

that hide in the branches of Gomsol,

their hisses dent your window.

Eomma once told you to burn

the tree at night: imagine the

fire hanging on the tips of the leaves

and how it will look like thin confetti.

You see the tree outside

and now the leaves have two holes

like a skull, and grey limbs stack on

the ground.

At dusk, your window turns

into a face and your eyes on the

reflection peel, the ghost in

the room laughs like your mother.

It keeps laughing

so you wish you could use the tree

to build a boat and leave.


Soheon Rhee is a thirteen-year-old student who is currently attending International School of Manila. During her free time, she likes hanging out with her friends and reading books such as “How to Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee. Her poems have been accepted in Cleaver Magazine, Second Chance Lit, Stone Soup, among others.

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