how the glass feels the moment before it

breaks through everything
( everything )

till orgasmic light a color which does not exist
radiated from between pruned fingers
that touched the world he
once thought
h o l l o w

my god, it’s full of stars, he cried
my god, it’s full of stars

with the blink of an eye
it was gone
, whatever will be

will be

Victor Liu is a high school senior attending Branson School in Ross, CA, and is honored to have recently enrolled as part of Stanford University’s Class of 2018, planning to major in English. He recently had the honor of being awarded 1st Place in Marin Poetry Center’s annual anthological competition. His influences include ee cummings and William Carlos Williams. Beyond writing, Victor is also an artist and enjoys gallery excursions.