Passing of Time by Keana Labra

i. I haven’t forgotten, though it does slip through my fingers, thick mist (then my last directed sense of determination missed, misfiring neurons and a disconnect from my surroundings)

ii. I haven’t forgotten, though it does grow paler, photograph against a harsh sun, dangling from a wire, a clothespin take on life (reality is much less picturesque)

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Keana Labra was born and raised in Bay Area, California. Knowing the importance of representation, she would like her work to be evidence that Filipino Americans are also present in the literary and art world. She uses her experiences as reference for her poetry.