Birthday Poem


Qai Hunzai '23


A purposely candless cake

a spitless treat

A room full of crescent moon lips

a mending family


A separate candle and a silver matchbook

a gateway to a new year


Three singing voices

a rather familiar tune


Her echo, a smile

gratitude, I presume


A single present, all she required

those Chuck-Taylors strapped around her feet


Extravagance, not an issue

each birthday, it’s own special bead