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The UNSPOKEN

LIterary journal

would you still love me?

by Anonymous

“I’m back,” Summer called to the Clouds as she stretched out her arms. The cardinals smiled their smiles and the roses lifted their heads. 

“I’m back,” Summer called to the Moon as she stretched out her arms. The fireflies shook their tails and the pavement folded its shadows in an embrace. 

“I’m back,” Summer called to the Sun as she stretched out her arms. The children clapped their hands and the popsicles dripped in red and blue puddles of June. 

“I’m back,” Summer called to the Cars as she stretched out her arms. The sunroof yawned open its welcome and the stereo showed off its song. 

“I’m back,” Summer called to the Homes as she stretched out her arms. The AC murmured in agreement and the fresh pancakes threw hurdles of steam. 

Then nostalgia opened its windows and excitement pulled back its hair and 

freedom took one last kiss on the cheek from responsibility before 

they all joined in with the Clouds and the Moon and the Sun and the Cars and the Homes, 

because Summer had arrived. 


Would you still love me? 

If you saw the time I tripped down two flights of stairs wearing sneakers 

Would you still love me? 

If you heard how I stutter in front of a crowd 

Would you still love me? 

If you knew the fears that make me feel stupid 

Would you still love me? 

If you saw me the way my family sees me 

Would you still love me? 

If you knew this is my first time being loved by someone



summer’s arrival

by Angela Ke

Boy crush

by Anonymous

I like the way he smiles, like strawberries dipped in the sun. 

I like the way he talks, like a secret I wasn’t allowed to catch. 

I like the way he laughs, like a song bending its head for everyone to hear. 

I like the way he walks, like a marvelous actor right before the director yells “Cut!”